I made a deal with somebody
And I can't take it back Now the consequences may come . And I'm left to track.
I'm sorry for my failures . This adds to it . I might not have been the child you wanted
But I've tried my best to do it.
My nightmares has come
My nightmares has left
Yet, they always left that gut feeling
That I'm a mess.
A really big fuck up
If you may call it
But judgemental is the world
And it revolves it.
And now I'm sorry for the destruction
That my deal has brought,
But having this deal, is better than I thought.
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Darkness of a Mind
PoetryThere is a place where evil is welcome and witchcraft is practice. Where you make out with Satan and listen to Blood on the dance floor. Ha, sorry had to put them. A place like this is in my mind. I write my creepy feelings so no one will know, but...
