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Waters Reform

by Patrick O'Leary

 

why this mourning.... 

this soft so sorrow of this tear 

fallen 

from your hand it's grown weary 

why must we fail to see pureness 

in only place of where bloodshed thrives

i scream

only to hear myself

no use in hoping for others to mourn after

nor will they withstand this blanketing madness

will no one step up?

no one will fight

must thee to cry for us all?

single to the wicked, single to the enlightened

call to me

let my voice be heard....

watch the words shatter branded wood through splinters of glass shards

cut me deep

i still stand

burgundy flows down my face and arms

sad to see your words can hurt

take it back....

your voice breaks my walls

your screams make my insides shatter....

my mind becomes a sitting mold of what used to be

what have you done?