You were so stupid to be fooled by this mask
That was perfected through times
And dramas of humans
But I'm telling you
I'm one hell of a mess
Human concealed with misfortunes
That will soon disintegrate into oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Carved Soul
PoetryThey run wild every night Plaguing my young mind Demanding to be freed Something was once long lost buried. Collections of poems.
