believe me when I say
once I lay upon thy grave
head my warnings
for then will the evil defeat us
unless we choose the path of least destruction
our lives are over
and we will have soon retired
yet mistakes were made
and I've been wrapped up inside of this hamster ball
rolling around blindly
I've become dead inside
yet though I try to become rejuvenated
my mind refuses to line up with my body
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poesiathis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
