My pain is a labyrinth
Nothing but filth
Got me clinging to the wires of the fence made of steel
Like it can help the burning wounds to heal
My brain in denial of my sins
But it feels like this heat is tearing apart these limbs
Breaking it down till I see blood
Got hurry and scud
But sometimes what's left is a hole
Large enough,that all the secrets get sold
Gold dollar bills wasted upon thee
Cause nothing gonna be free
When your dragging the weight of a million
But seemingly it's just one times a billion
Got the fear stirring in a pot
You already knew you were a mutt.
Rid yourself of my touch.
I'm sure it didn't do much
When all you see is a broken man
With nothing but his empty land
You run for the hills
Holding his gun and pills.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
