Its dark outside its dark inside.
The lights have somehow blown,
I've walked this road of misery,
And faced into on my own.
No champagne bottle's popping
Or midnights by bayou.
My nights of constant frustrations
And feelings so unjust
As me develop advance qualities
Which i call blood lust.
So tommorow's coming quickly.
So try to count some sheep
Because by the time the find you
You'll already be asleep.
You made this way darling.
So dont you be surprised
Cause by the time u u think its over you might finally realize.
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.
