Playing with fire
on a cigarette,
getting higher, making cheated bets
their words are making your descisions, trust is blurring to your vision,
One, two, swallow,
those numbing pills
mindlessly follow
the rolling hills,
that aren't really there,
go on, reach through the air
and realize
the pills affected your eyes
the thrill is like a drunk sunrise
'cause now you're seeing red.
Playing with fire
on a cigarette
getting higher, making cheated bets
throw jars of knives against the walls, their screams drowned out by waterfalls
blood on the ceiling,
blood on the floor,
I cry in regret
as I open the door
the windows reveal
my beckoning doom
fear is my sheild as I enter the room.
Safe and secure
in the arms of disaster,
my demons urge me to
face my doom faster!
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
