The devil's dreams are my nightmares.
But lately I just don't care.
And if wishes were feathers.
I'd be flying for ever and ever.
These days I can't seem to find my way.
I'm feeling lost, apathetic and fallen astray.
When I look into the mirror glass
I'm haunted by the image belaying my past.
So don't tell me I'm doing well
Because deep down I know, I'm going to hell.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
