Wednesday, 9 January 2019

Break Me

My feet is on a journey but I am static
Where do you go when home
Is somewhere you cannot go?
I have no blood in my veins
But every time I breathe, I bleed
Where do you go when home
Is somewhere you have never known?
No good mother allows her son
To go out of home when evil spirits are hungry
Unless outside is safer than home.
Yet again, home is somewhere I have never had.
My head is bleeding
My soul is hurting
God the grand alchemist
Heal me like how you heal ghosts
And if you can’t
Break me and scatter my bones
To vultures.




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