deathtoforls

bloody fields the catalyst
on which your anger simmers
never knew your face or wouldve traded places though I cared
a cacophony of sorrow beneath guarded words
spoken with deliberation

my hesitation noble within your naive eyes
seeing what you want
deceptively I try

let us traipse among the ruins
of what can never be

your hopes and dreams and future speak
serve to sicken me

I am not the one nor will ever be.