Paint splattered across the desolate illumination of
a soft white glow
Of the quarter moon in the everlasting sky
Of the breaking silences screaming 'why'
When nobody answers to our screams of whispers
We drown
Drowning for more
Drunk off pain for less

Mosaic's for those who've crawled in the bomb shelter
For cruel intentions
Because when nobody's left, after the final shot is
Lodged in your chest
You cry 'why did it come to this'
Though nobody can hear you
You try to mourn as your face becomes as pale as
Chinese legends
But secretly
You smile
 
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