The valley engulfs us all
shrouded in darkness and it beckons the call,
to war and destruction and death it calls
we rise and fall we rise and fall,
through the curtain you can see all of me uncensored and bare ugly and torn withering way drinking my pain and sorrows away I'm drunk on misery and the sweet sting of pain till my final breathe and a bullet in my brain
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
