Written Corpses
Written corpses
Litter the ground
Their blood
Painted on the wall
Broken letters
Misshapen question marks
Lost periods
All because
No one knew
No one asked
Where they had been
What they had created before
Used and abused
Overused
And overused again
All because
No one can think
No one can question
What it is to be human
No one can create
A world
No one has seen before
Its all the same
The same colors
Black and white
The same thing
The same story
The same characters
The same world
Over and over again
And over and over again
And over and over again
Are you hands
Stained red?
Is your pen
Warm with the life
Of the broken words?
Repent
And create
Find new words
New words to create
New worlds
Repent
And live
And write
again
*a rant of similar themed mibba poems*
Litter the ground
Their blood
Painted on the wall
Broken letters
Misshapen question marks
Lost periods
All because
No one knew
No one asked
Where they had been
What they had created before
Used and abused
Overused
And overused again
All because
No one can think
No one can question
What it is to be human
No one can create
A world
No one has seen before
Its all the same
The same colors
Black and white
The same thing
The same story
The same characters
The same world
Over and over again
And over and over again
And over and over again
Are you hands
Stained red?
Is your pen
Warm with the life
Of the broken words?
Repent
And create
Find new words
New words to create
New worlds
Repent
And live
And write
again
*a rant of similar themed mibba poems*