People call her psycho.
perhaps she is a bit insane.
but only in a good kind of way.
yeah, she's a little bit crazy.
this room is getting hazy.
maybe it's because the blaze-y kinda way the room is becoming.
with the smoke coming from the ash at the end of my cigarette.
sorceress, with her techniques of putting me in this trance.
demon women.
girl with those eyes.
they hide her lies.
making a mascaraed of all of these disguises.
perhaps it is because I'm drunk.
due to my heightening habits.
I'm chasing the rabbit down the hole, losing my soul.
you were right, but now I fall.
The evil, beautiful, psychotic lady has caused my eyes to dull.
- Ariah Christman
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Poetry Journal
Poetry* A long poetry collection written based on life events and emotions I've had. I'm not the best writer, but I hope you enjoy.
