Fueling to the misery of my own dead soul,
I light up the whole town like a last wolf's howl,
Then you appear in my dreams with a way unfair,
Haunting me throughout my deadly nightmare,
And every time conclusion goes the same,
With the reasoning so lame,
Ye out of guilt I disappeared into the shadows of shame,
The house like a ded and end alley,
It's only the city night lights that could make me feel alive really,
Cause I returned from the dead of shoutouts,
Where I roamed like a ghost with this may and plead with all the lights out,
And with every upcoming nightmare and the superficial highs,
The dad were starring in my dreams like actors enjoying Halloween while being high.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
