Raindrops fall from the sky
As blood drips from my eye
The ground rips and resists
As I cut open my wrists
Sunlight fails to shine
Darkness becomes my shrine
Fire shoots up in the air
As my soul I declare
This demon from hell to take
The anger I can’t fake
Cold fingers of darkness reach for my hand
As lightening wreaks havoc on the land
Evil courses through my veins
My heart pounding as it strains
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve become
It’s more true to you than some
But if you try to save me from this fate
You just will be to late
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
