Hollow horrors stop my heart
Within these halls, my soul departs
Trembling echoes resound in my brain
Screaming of hate and pain
Long lost hope of love in the dark
Wrists screaming with bloody art
A simple help can do no wrong
Repeated in a winding song
A reach for faith, to catch and hold
Falling, a story still untold
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoetrySome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
