Why do you keep sliding?
Why choose to fall?
Don't you know theres prosperity in the palm of your hands?
You do the shit then feel the guilt when you've had your pleasure cruise.
When you get to high you overdose and lose that muse
You try to stop and turn away but you always reopen the door and lock your will away.
Hidden behind a thick wall with images of your ecstasy posted.
Then try and reconcile with your soul which turns away in shame.
Background story and timeline not over but it might be soon.
Your accomplishments do you no justice like the tale of everyman.
Hell is the devil's pen and you willingly enter in.
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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...
