Turn around..

.

This summer,

has taken a turn.

On the edge,

and time to learn,

from the years,

when they bled,

from the eyes,

that turned red..

Like eagles,

you did follow.

bodies,

dead and hollow.

Take a picture,

conceal those letters.

It's sane to apologize,

when life scatters..

turn around,

there's no missing link.

when you loved her,

she covered the ink..

was anyone dead..?

in the hirarchy,

of slaughters..

the time is not,

to blame your author...

Oshan..