Where am I?
Walking to hell.
Returning from the Land of the Dead
Along side foreign souls, droning on
Those who know each other from past lives
Float together, whispered lies are lead
We relinquish out items at the gate.
But our hearts that withered away
Keep us from walking far
Empty sockets for eyes as some travel by
Others are red flames of hatred, burning
Smoking out our happiness to fuel themselves
To keep you locked and chained,
Bound to remain with them.
But your weary nature causes you to sit in shadow
When the guides tell you, you can't
So now the guides trap you
When you reach their ultimite level
That's when you're free.
That's when you graduate.
This is High School.
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Midnight Writings
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
