I was arrogant before
Playing with fire
Unaware
Or just not caring
About the dangers lurking there
It was a risk, I loved the thrill
Like a predator stalking its prey
Preparing, waiting, fiending for a kill
But it seems I tempted
The fates a time too many
I was consumed , desperately needing a friend
But not finding any
I've danced with Death
And found him most unkind
Wouldn't take pity on a wretched
Broken soul like mine
Sparred my life to watch me suffer
How could one be so cruel?
Now the flames rise higher
They're closing in fast
I know they'll burn me alive
And save my heart for last
YOU ARE READING
The Voices In My Head
RandomThis collection of poems come from a private journal I kept during my time in a mental hospital. It was an exceptionally dark time for me, and writing was my only outlet. I hope that you all enjoy this journey into the depths of my mind. Again these...
