Expectations Poem by Alejandro Velez
Expectations
Our fight you cannot win.
Forgetting is our sin.
Inside you find your scream.
When sanity runs out of heroes.
Blood is wasted on demons.
My pulse is enough to call your bluff.
Their tears are only shed to feel.
Their weakness is that the sickness is real.
I hear bodybags pledging peace.
U recieve them with a desease.
Death kiss is what you give.
Still glorified you live.
Death kiss is what you give. Still glorified you live. wowwww such profound thoughts for a 15 year old very nice-a tenner from me anjali
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