Welcome to my corrupt mind.
Do you like it here?
A dark room with a red glare.
Is it something to fear?
I'll say things you won't like.
Can you handle the fall?
The raw words may sting,
like your first shot of Fireball.
Go ahead, come inside.
Do you like it? Is it too dark?
It's not for everyone.
Only few can handle the bark.
Be careful so you don't get bit.
It's a fragile piece of art,
a corruption in the system.
Can you handle it? Are you ready
to become a victim?
Meet my corrupt mind,
where my saint meets my devil,
where the sand meets water,
where the snow meets the shovel,
where the earth meets fire,
where the ocean met hurricanes,
where they left me to get higher,
where love meets heartache.
where my loss met realization,
where my angel met my demons,
all inside of this sick foundation.
YOU ARE READING
Saving Hope
PoetryFor a moment, I felt free.. I felt, happy. I'm making a new wattpad, book is complete.