Beneath the golden skies,
just below that sunrise that you witness with your ocean eyes,
where the wind blows harshly and the cars drive calmly.
When the blue daylight hits the skies,
and the night surrenders to the lies.
You are suddenly faced with the strong satanic cries,
and you do not realize,
the anguish in his hands
or the power in his mind.
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Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
