Fog

 

Found your face in my brain
Mouth spoke words said by cain
Vengeance bore a sword-cut
On the heart being drained

Paths ran through thirsty soil
Cracked the scene of life’s coil
Poor shy God planted seeds
Orc devils brought up dreams

I put scare deep in throat
Swapped my tongue for ship’s wheel
Sea monsters casted storms
Sunk my fate; ends my race.

Where I am. Who am I?
Heard a murder. Here’s a knife.
On its blade, blood went dry.
Reflects sin on sky curve.

History came from kills.
And lasts when all the eyes shut.
Tell me softly you’re a proof.
Of a willing love was died.

 

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