Saturday, 6 June 2015

Kill Pill

Gulps down my kill pill with a gallon of sorrow, angel dressed in white will end this game called tomorrow.
Painted in red, boiling with anger, her aura spoke to me more than her.
She said “You deserve a new tomorrow” and that kills me even more.
“Cuts and Bruises are short-lived my love, you are a fiery hurricane more than a silent storm.”
Her words are slaughtering my hope, only if she knew things with flesh and bones are not humans any more.
Smiling with watered eyes “Humans couldn’t save me, give me the pleasure of taking you to a new journey."
Angels save our lives, why is she saving my damaged soul?
"Wear those bruise like badges of honor and give them a show. March the path of bravery, once you’ve reached, end it with a bow.”
I was shaken to see all my parts intact. She gifted me a life in shape of a dream.
As I woke up wide, a note in pink said “Help another heart, someday we could be a team”.

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