Yorha

No One Knows What the Dead Think

Blood black
Killing everyone that shares this fate
Permanently attached
Desaturated emotions
Becoming lost
For things i loved
This presence
Berserk

Grief outlives you
The unmistakable voice of anger

Fire flows across
Like breaking ocean waves
Quietly and alone
I still feel the ache
Savoring every death
Colors in the grey
The only pain
Is not killing

No One Knows What the Dead Think

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