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the rain doesn’t weep, the sky doesn’t mourn,
only cold steel speaks, whispering through flesh.
i press my side; warmth spilling, fading,
a red river washing down cracked pavement.
no prayers, no hands to hold; just silence,
and the flickering hum of a dying streetlight.
no ghosts, no last words,
just the rain tapping against nothing.
once, i stood tall, thought i was unbreakable,
a blade against the softness of the world.
now, i sink, nameless in the gutter,
my breath thinning, lost to the night.
the world doesn’t stop.
it doesn’t care.
it never did.
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vaguely_zwee.
you paint a picture with words very well! i really got lost in this. thank you
thank you.
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mellowdryaa☆
if I'm not wrong this poem must be about loneliness right ? :)
something died without any last words, just loneliness remains. this is very good :DD it also gives off war vibes, i like it
it's about a guy just bleeding out in the rain
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oh, okay..
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