Looking over from the edge of the world ,
Like knives cutting through this universe(without fear)
Stare into the night, as it bleeds out cosmic stars.
Tears have filled the oceans for eternity.
I speak only to know the angels and their demons.
Words regurgitate, vomiting philosophies past down (tell me)
Who gets their wings when the world ends by our hand?
Standing on this terrain I see
Society, crumbling ,killing so sweetly. (with a smile)
And in the mirror, we hold the gun to ourselves
Destroying what makes us human (nothing)
Into something more holy.
A spiritual renaissance within our veins.
Cut through, and show our demons
For that is all we have to show.
Our hope.
Dreams.
Love.
Pain,
(is forever)
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A contest entry
- The world's not beautiful now I forgot how to fly. by HollyLouise.
400 points, ended July 2, 8 entries
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