Like twinkling stars below
they make the dead city seem alive
its beauty lures you in, with the intention of trapping you
and once you enter there is no turning back
All the deaths and evil hidden behind its alluring glow
it makes you sin it makes you kill
under the deception of wealth
with diamonds and gold around your neck
Open your eyes its all a trick
the beauty an eyesore
the wealth a prison
the diamond and gold are chains holding you back
You can try to leave but once you enter there is no turning back
YOU ARE READING
impulse
PoetryImpulse is a collection of poems written to express emotions in the form of words
