Shaded eyes, volcanic ashes,
spider-webs draped from their lashes.
Cutting too deep to feel the hurt,
yet weeping hearts beneath their shirts.
They hide within the falling leaves,
hiding their scars beneath their sleeves.
Someday I hope someday I pray
that all their pain could fade away.
And happiness would fill their lives,
as they lay down the cutting knifes.
revision?
Shaded-eyes, volcanic-ashes,
spider-webs draping from lashes.
Cutting deep to feel the hurt,
bloody-hearts beneath clean shirts.
They hide within falling leaves,
secret-scars beneath their sleeves.
Someday I hope someday I pray
all their pain could fade away.
And happiness would fill their lives,
from laying down the carving-knifes.
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