Pieces of hearts put on display
Each has their own story
From where they came
It's become an addiction he's thriving for more
A handsome smile shown on his face
Turns into the most grimace of grins
Eyes so kinda
Turns as black as a demon's mind
Weak in a pit of dispair
Somehow he shed some light
Now to know the pit of dispair was brighter
Even in the brightest of light
Something made him as cold as ice
A piece of my soul
Is being taken out of my chest
Maybe it's going on the wall
Where he keeps his treasures
Going with him was like
Putting everything I stood for
Right into the Devil's hands~
{Kye}
S/N- I'm thinking about ending this book at 100 poems (101 parts). I'll start a new one. If I wrote a book full of short stories who would read it?
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Death Is The New Life
PoetryOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
