Everyone was sleeping
everyone was slain.
If only they were awake to feel their own pain.
They were fought down,
Shot down,
in my imagination they drown.
They are only lovely with their insides showing
only lovely with their smile growing.
They do not know what life feels like.
For once we have something alike.
Thought their Glass eyes they will see me dancing upon their demise.
The heavens will drain all the impure souls, they will find a place in my heart, We will not part, I am closer to heaven than they think. Is becoming harder blessing people with being a martyr.
