Have you ever cried yourself to sleep
Wished the devil your soul to keep
The hounds, you pray, will come for you
Believe me, for you know it's true
Trapped inside your wicked head
Not a single word was said
You can't escape this world unknown
Until your demons have been shown
The devil's soul is cold and bare
Yet you follow him without a care
To the depths away from man
Into the arms of Death be damned
Now you've gone and sealed your fate
Can't turn back, for it's too late
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoesíaThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
