Mars

The fish in the desert…

swim in the sand

Men walk on water,

she builds her house on Mars

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Red sun

The whispers…

are lies,

written in the air

Fading echoes,

speaking to oneself

“It will be alright”

“It will be al…”

“It will be…”

“It will sink in the earth,

The red sun sinks in the earth

The moon never rises

And the stars are fallen

Mother,

“I am broken”

How to live this world?

Happiness is a blur,

smudged with blooded hands,

on the walls of my mind

Love was a stake,

run through my heart

When trust failed,

rose petals tattered in hails

The face of me,

is a stranger…

staring back…

…in this broken mirror

Cuddled pillows 

ber

my cross sinks in the sea

Mouth full

The salty waters are tears…

Of a broken self

Trapped in the illusions…

of coloured sunsets

the moon never rises

Ecstasies of stale kisses

Your breath of tobacco,

burning in my lungs

Butterfly wings smoke in the sun

Coloured ashes are memories carried by wind

The tattoos are fading…

arrow hearts bleed dry

Cuddled pillows never get warm

bed

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