Poems from bjsantiagoiv
Your essence is of
Twisted guilt;
For you only regret the method
In which you made the blossom wilt.
Why so do you morn for a dog
Who's...
Your essence is of
Twisted philanthropy;
Giving to those who have.
Glasses to one who sees.
You give to hear your name
Being hightened on a...
the woods have an enemy
they open for everyone
including their enemy
it thrives for its prey
wandering, denoting itself
as evil.
It...
A young boy is shot
The paramedics keep him from sleeping
All he hears is the shooter
Telling him to stop weeping.
I slam what I will
I slam for what I'm not
For who are we to judge
Who is or not shot?
This case is a war
That creased the line between...