The Feelings

When words are crafted as bayonets Feelings become martyrs  Muffled voices do narrate the pain But steely hearts rejoice hurting the Spirit Arousing the dreadful moments, and Entertained by the savage scenes Death is the only future we are aware of Vain is the glorified pain Fate will be crafted from tearful moments The convulsive moments predict a fate For the oppressors of feelings Time … Continue reading The Feelings