Broken Glass
By scorp
Roads of broken glass
Pinpricks of crimson dew on the grass
Streets filled with demons
I wish I was dreaming
Don't forget the mistakes I did
Tears streaming like nectar from my eyelids
The road to hell paved with good intentions
I sit down, watching the Devil, tasting the sweet tension
Death isn't the biggest loss
It's withering flowers unique numb gloss
it's what dies inside of us while we live
Plucking the pomegranate from the branches
Of Hades, the pain coming in avalanches,
I'm never leaving,
So might as well stop grieving.
Author Notes: I did this real quick. Really unpolished and the meter is all messed up (oof) but hope you enjoy!
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