Crying in my bed
As another friend is dead
Bleeding in pain
I am going insane
Soaked by the torture
I am scared of the vultures
Devil in disguise
I can't open my eyes
Breathing so heavy
This feeling is Chevy
Couldn't escape
Is this my fate?
Locked behind the gate
Just to be safe
Hold on, wait
This is late
I am bait
Just a mistake
Monsters are fake
Four becomes eight
My life is at stake
My pace steady
I stay ready
Footsteps approaching
I hasten my motion
Swerving the corners
I had reached the border
Closing the door
I couldn't see them anymore
Tucked in my bed
Blood rushing to my head
My ears turned red
I hid under my bedspread
The room darkened
My heart hardened
Solid as my face
Handling a cold case
Feeling my soles from my paces
This is the final game.
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
