As we sleep.
As we dream.
We notice it isn't what it seems.
A fantasy to run free.
In the hearts of the happy.
Shh.
Don't kill the moment.
I thought I told them.
To give birth to silence.
Kill the tongueless.
Take this pill it is safe.
But It is to long for me to say.
I ripped this tongue for something fake.
Fall of a saint.
In shallow sayings.
As we fall to dust.
We will rust...
But will cut in the hears of many.
The words, the thoughts, the breathless sayings,heartless paintings
and cut up faces.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
