Zoe Christo
This Won't Go Away
Your an insurgence
ripping tearing through
me like a tank over the hills of syria
How you invade the
personnel
And leave with the
blood on the floor
The life has not been
salvaged
But this won't stop
bleeding
And I don't know how
long it will be 'till the essence of me vanishes completely
You can't claim your
victory
This wounded soldier
lives solitary now
and this solitude
chimes the bells of melancholy
And this vision blurs
to grey
You're all that's in my
head
And I can't wash these
blues away
I want to run where no
one can see me
Where I don't bear this
guilt of compassion
where I won't have to
see a life that we could have had
Birth now would be a
blessing
To see a new sun rise
One with our eyes
greeting me in the morning light
I want no memory of you
to collide
with my new life I need
to conceptualise
Keep your sinful lips
away from memories
Or; will you not vanish
until this soldier lays dead.
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