Stalins War Last Words
Let me tell you a story about a breathless shot of pain,
seeping in through glazed uncovered eyes, death seems so
life-like in disguise; but the dreams I have are never
real, crushed by the weight of how I feel. Through glass
horizons, I can see, the shattering of all we used to be.
I look back to when we parted ways, but still I dream of
better days, when vibrant hearts were so alive, to hell
and back but we’d survived. Remember nights out on the
streets; no rest befell our tired feet. Now on every
point, we seem to disagree; this pain has killed a part
of me. I can’t believe that every path left open leads to
me, when every bond I’ve broken strangles me, and
breathes life into words unspoken. Tragedy seems so real
to me. I’m feeling wary from falling; I’ve got to kill
what you’ve become and see this separation as a blessing
in disguise. But for a moment, I would see that these
roots still cling to me; and even if I could stop the
pain, I’d cry forever in your name.
