PLEASE CRITIQUE!
I
I am the Barren plain,
And the ones you've slain.
I am the wind whispering through the trees,
I am those wishing to be free.
I am the water that laps against the shore,
I myself have cried for many more.
I am the rising moon,
I am the man knowing death will be soon.
I am the child lying in his bed,
I am the one you wish were dead.
I am the one who cries while she sleeps,
I am the widow who now weeps.
I am the land drenched in blood,
I am the child playing in the mud.
I am the one you said you loved,
I am the dork in the dark corner you shoved.
I
I am the Barren plain,
And the ones you've slain.
I am the wind whispering through the trees,
I am those wishing to be free.
I am the water that laps against the shore,
I myself have cried for many more.
I am the rising moon,
I am the man knowing death will be soon.
I am the child lying in his bed,
I am the one you wish were dead.
I am the one who cries while she sleeps,
I am the widow who now weeps.
I am the land drenched in blood,
I am the child playing in the mud.
I am the one you said you loved,
I am the dork in the dark corner you shoved.
