Saturday, September 2, 2017

The tattooed heart on my epidermis sleeve
Has lost the vibrant pigments of any happy glow
 And it vigilante hurts as if long past curfew when I breath
Still I meander off to sleep awaiting on another blind tomorrow
A faceless epidemic threat beyond nightmares dethroning my hope
Just another monumentally disastrous uneventful day 
Thankfully I'll just stay hidden in doors
Where nothing but silence happens
Wherein slowly faith bleeds
For if family disowns
What loves is there
For me...?

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