Everything that we wanted has been dying

by Julia369

Summary:

Just poems that I do at like 3 am
All I write has some sort of trauma, so bear with me
ENGLISH IT'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

 

 

From the ashes that we were born

The alone must be reformed

As the sun rises from the east

The weeping angels started to feast

 

How alone we must be

That our bodies have lost their feel

Just to regain

A fraction of our domain

 

Oh Lord, have mercy on us

As our flesh, bone and soul

Start to get undone

By the power of our Lord