Poems Collection

Two names in a carved stone,
Two stories in one sheet,
Glazed by all the fake story beneath my bone,
And when hate becomes my dagger of greed,
So my incision had become your sunrise.

Lies facing stepped unsteadily,
I had become a sinner to bury this story,
With all the words that have become dust,
My silence is my hatred… for I despise you.

This poem was written/submitted by koer.