malice to everything around,
that's what they like
grounds full of hate
no mistake

that's how they like it
burning bridge, dreams, and even souls.

no one wishes for life but they
get it,
Strange how in a flash you can despise everything
even the art you bring to be

no one notices me the way I want,
I am for the light
but am thy shadow
like the last drop of rain
I am not seen

for I have become the shadows fire burning in the stillness of all emotion,

why is the strongest breeze
left for the weakest city.

cry for no one will understand
my words😭, comment the meaning that you find


© weking