Tell Me The End Is The Disease Poem by Stoney Shade

Tell me the end is the disease. Haven’t we suffered enough punishment for this bloodshed? I’ve prayed for nothing, better to get on your knees. I’ll tell them sweet nothings, as you wake up dead.

This is the district of misery. Death is among us; death is ambiguous. Blood is everywhere; it drowns us like a sea. What have you done to us?

Branches to the soil; roots to the skies. I won’t believe what I’m seeing. Without any thing to see through, they stole my eyes. Where will you be, when we are left bleeding?