Sin has polluted my mind
and
Encapsulated my soul with dirt;
Nightmares of a broken past,
plays like broken records
stressing me out with each chord.
Each sleeping time,
tormented by memories left behind..
Plagued by heart aches and betrayal from people I once have loved.
Demons,
creeping inside my head like shadows at night;
Attempting to kill me as I sleep,
"waking up"..
I know I have been saved by GOD!
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PoesiaRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
