Ruin
Gone are dreams through which I flew in,
poems lost ‘mongst words of ruin,
the moisture in my mouth is wrung,
nothing lifts from this severed tongue,
the void in me has fully bled,
and so my heart hides in my head.
Gone are dreams through which I flew in,
poems lost ‘mongst words of ruin,
the moisture in my mouth is wrung,
nothing lifts from this severed tongue,
the void in me has fully bled,
and so my heart hides in my head.