Your dagger in my starving chest... Poetry
your dagger in my starving chest
is tipping to the tender flesh
of heart that beats
for no one anymore
i trusted love
but trust is overrated
cause love won't care to trust
how many souls got lost
in hunger of its senseless liberty
like walker on the moon
it broods all over human wounds
promising the cure
but burning all to dust
in death, it's sore
in life, it won't simply last.
