Submissions by MissunderstoodMind

Where now young fawn might I find
An old battlefield in bloom?
Overlapping with flowers as black as death,
Lit up by the star-like moon,
Where sailors ships have crashed and drowned
Do to the sirens accursed,
But lovely and luring tune.

Where a mother cries for the loss of a son,
Her tears showing the fears she'd held back for all those years.
The sight of his blood on the uniform she'd made
Dragged down her spirit in the weight of a ton.

She had held it for hours weeping and cringing at the thought.
The past...

I have cut
The arms of the innocent
That I will always trust to torture

And which
I continually allow
The blood to flow...
Forever.

Forgive me,
They were screaming
And crying for a saviour,
But I am just a man,
And cannot lead you to salvation.