My words come to me like dreams.
Something that happens;
As i stitch the seams.
When i wake up every morning,
Words flow through my head.
Maybe i'm abandon.
Why do i feel so dead?
Life goes on and i'm still here.
Don't you think it be diffrent;
If the world was more clear?
Why does he call?
What is my name?
Why do i crawl?
Why do i always feel the same?
Nothing changes while i sleep.
Crusial things happens;
While my mind creeps.
Why?
Its constantly a question i ask.
Who?
Am i will i ever find that.
Where?
Have i been.
When?
Is my time.
What?
Am i doing;
Love is a crime.
Walking through these streets;
Late in the night,
I wonder who ive become;
Or if this is right.
I feel like a scum;
Yet now im in fright.
I cant help but wonder.
These demons fill my mind.
As i watch a man slur,
His words.
I realize its absurd.
Walk away from destiney.
Walk towards the moon at night.
Help me,
For lord im in fright.
Let me escape the demons,
that haunt me at night.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
