Blood in the mist,
Feelings in the drain,
My head won't stop spinning.
My affections and feelings are soundly thinning,
Affections inside have crumbled and dropped I feel so bad.
Now I know I'm nothing
Pure hatred is all I feel
My sanity is slipping
And so is all my good deeds
This burden I've been carrying
Sure I worth the wait
I guess these is my pay
To all sins I've committed
But certainly in misery
I'm not the type to wail though
The I'll be abnormal I'll
Start searching for that halo
If my life was in vain
I guess I did that by my self but someday I'll wake up to
How cold the world has been.
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Broken Pieces Unraveled
PoetryThe mind is the the gate way to hell and insecurity is the key to opening it .This collection of poems are just a taste of that.
