I want to scream.
I need to cry.
Before you...
I looked to the sky.
The light is gone.
My heart is numb.
No hope for dawn.
Why so glum?
Lies and fear.
Questions and silence.
All so unclear.
No home, no asylum.
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
