Do you see it
On the walls
In the hall
They are innocent
Yet their blood flows
And no one knows
The ghosts of
Past or future
In their nature
All things burn
Sullen eyes turn
Those who spill
Those who are spilt
Never truly fall & wilt
In these hallow grounds
Only to fight
Causing blood.....
Do you not see it?
Moving from halls & walls
To floors & doors
Innocence shed, anger fed
So many gone soon done to one
This tale goes unheard
For fools go toward brighter
False tales of joy...... lighter
Things to help the pain
Of past & future fighting
Of innocence dying
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The Demented Mind of Akana Nasaga
This is where I shall post poems, story ideas that pop into my head and random crap that I need to let out
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Akana Nasaga
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