Tempt me
Heaven,
Enter inside my brain.
Dealing with the devil, as flying above me, is the Raven.
Ever wondering, if my soul's available to gain,
Vivid dreams, play back.
Images of death, begins to stack,
Losing feeling, I start bleeding, I collapse to the ground, waiting to be found, by the devil, as the ground begins to tremble.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
