As I look at the neighborhood,
Thoughts swim through my mind,
Like why are you wasting your damn time?
Are you that damaged in the head that you can't see
Your self made predestined tragedy?
What the fuck is life to you?
How can you ignore whats happening around you?
Dying, crying, coffins and blood shed
Hell it looks like you've tasted something the devil fed.
Its time you wake up and see,
What will happen when secrets are free.
Sweat tells a story that light can't touch
Hell, A blanket can only cover so much.
God help you man, time for you to see,
Time that you realize from some demons you can't just flee.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
