The world was her oyster
Until she came to see
The undying demons
That never cease to be
She's always fighting
A war that never stops
She tries to escape
But they are the cops
Now she's in jail
For a crime never committed
Won't let her go
Until she has admitted
"I am the one to blame,
For it is all my fault."
She lowers her head
From her eyes tears of salt.
Her head was hung
By a noose called hate
The tree was guilt
And the knot was fate
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
