by dasding
the blue mountain
air reeks of blood
smell the river
lungs wide open
filled with crime
of broken mind
hands that hold
the broken youth
shimmering in oceans eyes
fly with me and see the soul
don’t be frightened
end is near
hold on
it’s getting close
to sunrise
body on hold
no look back
eyes wide open
no one sees
time will heal
the scream of help
wandering through
fields of haze
body on hold
time at waste
dried water on the
flowers bed
can you hear
the silent whisper
creeps under skin
and stays till end
hold me tight
until you freeze
© dasding 2023-05-21