Turning Point

this is the turning point

where the fires burns out

where our battle crumbles into

a mutual surrender

slowly, a tear muanders down your bruised face

my legs wither

there is no running anymore

Watch as we cling to the one thing

we still have

a voice.

My earS explode as you SCREAM your point of veiw

i whisper under what is left of my breath,

" What good is yelling to the deaf? because i can't hear you , I don't fear you anymore"

This is the turning point

where night blossoms into day

the point where i can safly say

I put my claws away

i can see in your blood shot eyes

I don't need to ask you to stay



The End

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