It's like the flame went out,
we are no longer who we should be,
people dying before they can shout,
their body's thrown out to sea.
Where is the peace,
where is the love,
I hide beneath the sheets,
until I spot a dove.
The dove is as black as a crow,
eyes as red as the blood in my veins,
only the soft cooing lets be know,
that I will never rest as remains.
The dove makes a downward spiral,
aiming at my face,
The wings of it begins to fall,
falling to the ground as cold as that murder..
©alafat
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