Peace & Carats©

“There is no one left.”

They were right.

Positioned.

In bunches.

Warships.

Half Crescents.

Pushing me into the surroundings.

We are surrounded.

By ourselves.

I can hold the gun.

You can pull the trigger.

We are bleeding now.

We are feeling now.

Dark parts in my heart, necessary,

To see the light in my eye

Where the moonlight resides.

I don’t care about you enough to hurt you.

Don’t ever want to hurt you enough to care.

Penetrate me past the mirrors reflecting

High Seas

Shrouded above and below

Obsidian rainbows

Swords drawn.

Halt.

Heels clickin.

Waiting on the plank.

Heels clickin.

Obsidian.

There is no one left in that home.

There was no foundation.

To build one.

 

 

 

 

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