I am incomplete
Everything is like a game;
a game of hide and seek.
I have made a commitment.
That the devil is very known;
for I have lost hope to live.
I will not compete.
For this is not for fame;
but to sleek.
Now I have a payment;
A knife of my very own,
by cutting limb by limb.
Do you know why?
Do you know why I cry?
Because the devil has new toy.
A new toy he now owns.
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The Coffee Hour
PoetryWhat's up Everybody! I'm doing this out of my own interest and so in so. I'm going to be writing short stories, poems, and chat(discussing topics) on life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy :)
