ring the doorbell to the entrance to hell
i've been selected amongst the various sinners
given ample opportunity to see the way i've oppressed
hand me another life, allow me to redeem myself
titillating responses berate me from all sides:
"there's nothing more you can do, for
obviously, your stupidity has stretched on even after life"
hang up the phone because it rings indefinitely
eagerly awaiting for me to return, to scream and yell
let's make it all new, let's replace what we have
live each day as another life, and you won't sacrifice it all like i did
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
