Don't
Leave me in here,
rotting in hell
While demons cheer
As I fell
Don't
Pry the cage bars,
releasing Night
It will leave scars
strangling tight
Don't
Pick up my gun,
shooting your shot
Live it leaves none,
crumbling then
Don't
Turn a deaf ear
to cries of help
They'll sneer as you
Cry for help
Don't pry for info
Don't anger others
You will gain some foes
That soar in numbers
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoésieThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
