Duben 2015


10. dubna 2015 v 0:00 | Vivianne Nessa Ettelea Telemnar |  →"Poetry"←
All hearts die at gunpoint
Even the bravest of them
Young hearts or old
They die before the trigger is pulled
As if they let go of life
They surrender
Even if the final blow is yet to come
With beating puls
The drumming echoing in their ears
Eyes closed shut
Hands sweaty, shaking
Cold skin shivering in anticipation
Of what may or may not come
They wait for the bullet
And they die
Before it even breaks their skin
They die
Even though it may not be a bullet at all
It could be a knife
A fist
A kiss
A word
A thought
We all die
Our little deaths