My soul is being tainted,
Now how funny does it seem,
Isn't this the path I've chosen,
To hear these muffled screams,
I know this yes,I know.
This won't bode well indeed.
So until the time has finally come.
My help won't make a difference.
I can't help you if you said I'm stupid.
I tell you I'm a genius a lost a little sanity.
Maybe I'm a little crazy.
Or a physco in disguise.
So don't have on that startled look when u
Look me in the eyes.
So until u read this
And start those weary cries.
My love for you is eternal though so don't feel bad about your demise.
YOU ARE READING
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.
