A breath that reeks of lies
A mind littered with secrets
Imprisoned by your sins
And tortured by the hand of consequence
You try to escape the hell you have created
You run from your past and push away your regrets
You chase after a life of peace
But stumble instead onto the path of self destruction
Karma is clever and slick
The calm before the storm is over
And before you know it,
You fall
Tumbling in darkness
You drown in a sea of your demons
Washing over you, dragging you down into the dirt
You scream but no one hears you
This is all your fault
Because, after all, you brought this on yourself
YOU ARE READING
Dainty & Dangerous
Poetry~ Don't cry. Please don't cry. Because every tear that falls, Is another grain of salt in this stinging wound ~ Collection of (mostly) short poetry and thoughts Enjoy :)
