You say I haunt you
Is this a joke
For it's you
Who
Terrifies me
Like the last fall
of my sanity
My last chance
at reality
My hope burns
And you claim it's fantasy
We were poison
You and me
You are opium
That drugs me
The facade trying
To blind me
The person who made me
Hate me
You said you loved me
Who were you kidding really
Now all I wish for
Is you to get rid of me
So I can live peacefully
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
