The Hostage

Under siege, 
tied to a bomb�"� 
you were talking to yourself. 

The violence inside you 
had beaten you mercilessly. 

The text has dried up. 
Steal a glance�"� 

and find out the blood spots 
on the Mars, the god of war. 

The sound in the vase, was becoming louder 
of coins. 

Now you will walk�"� 
on my dead body.

Reviews

[B]

For some self help is futile
other change anger into love

Bombs are to be avoided for dear life
Good one