SOVEREIGNS AND SNIPERS THAT HURT WAVES
Praise my heart, the veins it took to covet my pores
I'm a hunter, a hunter it took the veins to pour
A peony in the garden of lavenders
I'm the people, the people it took to conquer you
A door to which opens the solitude of war
I'm the glass that breaks, the shards it took to braze your feet
A martyr in the hands of fire
Praise my heart, the blood it pumped to cover my eyes
Hunter. I am a hunter. I hunt for blood in the hands of you
You scream animal in the eyes of the flag
I'm the breath you never took, outside the walls of your spine
A savior in the grandeur of prizefighters
I'm the smoke bombs leave as it pours into the field
A cloud of fish above the pack of wolves
I'm the tree you hang your body on
An opinion written in flesh and blood
I'll never return the passage of time which I lost
But I am a conqueror of the heart and their veins that it took to covet their pores
You of all people should have known
I am a hunter
Sylas, 7th of September, 43
CZYTASZ
MR. BORN TO LOSE
Romans(BXB) Inspired by Lana Del Rey's Honeymoon album Samuel Clifton is a literature fanatic, he has an infatuation on one particular poet, Leonard Sylas. Upon stumbling on his work online, he immediately felt a connection between him and the long gone p...
