It's not the insanity that kills us -
It's the sane.
It's the joy that kills us, not the pain.
It's not like in the books, IT's not like in the books.
It's not the insanity.
It's the sane.
The blood leaks from your soul,
Tearing apart your beating heart.
Shots banging loud,
On the
Innocent
Dragged from their homes
Child at hand, Fear at hand.
Crips. Blood. Gang.
Human. Human. Bang.
Defined by our name.
Defined by our sameness.
Where's the stories at?
It's killing us.
It's the sane.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
