Underneath the
Withered trees
Of the damp
October
I'll wait for
You
Even when the
Light begins
To fade
I'll wait for
You
Even when
Im empty
Missing of you
From me
I'll wait for you,
I'm tired
Of messing
With these
Angels
And the devils
Of my self consumed
Hell
I'll lay
Down
My life
And
I'll
Surrender.
The cuts
And scars
Arent enough
Im tired of all the
Running
And
Sacrifices
Please
Beg, oh do I
Come back
To
Me
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless
Poetry"These scars will always be embedded in my skin, just like the pain has been printed onto my destiny."
