Falling from heaven
But I am no lucky seven
Fire in my eyes
Yet full of lies
Born in hell
But no one can tell
I fell under his spell
So I had to sell my soul
To the devil so I could
Be on his one damned level
Black is the color of my soul
Just like the bottom of the hole
"Don't lie to me"
"Just because you can't see"
I'm a devils worker
So I'm a good killer
I'm sick of it
"Don't slit my throat"
Shoot me down
And take my crown
Lay me on a bed of knives
So I never take anymore lives
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Poetry From The Heart
PoetryThese are poems I have written and I feel like they aren't the best but someone very special to me says they are and I hope everyone who reads these poems thinks they're good too.
