bite your tongue
and swallow your hate
you’re blind in the heart
too stoned on twisted,
power-hungry logic
to hear the heaven-shattering
screams. you cry tears of lead,
bullets in an innocent body
high on dead hearts
kneeling before your
bloody throne
but love could be
your rehab;
reach down and smile
kiss and dress the
severed limbs of the soul
rebirth is beauty
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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