decieving

I don't know what you believe

I don’t know what you believe….

but I know dark thoughts can deceive

they can leave you knocking on deaths door

Pounding,

Screaming “no more”

hands beeding

Light receeding

darkness decieving


I don’t know what you believe….

but I think of those who knocked before

casualties of war

whose beautiful presence is no more

quicksand caught their feet

stagnancy deceitfully lying about defeat

depriving them of the warmth that was yet to come

denying them their days in the sun.


I don’t what you believe

but dark thoughts lie

trying to deny you the care

you deserve to recieve.

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