He said
all the things I dread
with all the shades of red.
I should've ran
but I stayed instead
and watched as it bled.
Quick! To the shed!
Locked up with lead.
Now he'll think I'm dead.
I will make this place my bed.
Age and expectations have wed.
I am no longer there, I have fled.
You cannot find me through thread.
I have left no trace behind
and am blind
to what lies ahead.
No one can stop me,
your aid you shan't spread.
God wanted us to be free,
but you tore what once was into shreds.
Silver screens and mechanical dreams,
Urban ultraviolet and inevitable infrared.
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Finding the Edge (Volume Two)
Poetry👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽 Aun's Second Wattpad Poetry Book. Referred to as Volume Two of Aun's poetry book series on Wattpad, an evolutionary series where all books differ stylistically and thematically, are still different from one another but s...
