Like a sip of poison, my thoughts destroy me inside-out
Rushing through my veins, silently raising my doubts
Like a stab to the back, they bleed me empty
Suffering and in pain, I feel my hope slowly leave me
Like death, they creep up on me, out of the blue
And just like a killer, they make sure that I lose
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
