Voices erupting from the cracks
These walls speak to me in ancient Greek
Demanding what I want
I answer truthfully
Death is what I seek
Within a life so bleak
Don't you see the wolves amongst the sheep
That bites the hand which it feeds
Either this is real or this acid is at it's peak
YOU ARE READING
To Whom It May Concern Volume 2
PoetryThe second volume to 'Whom it May Concern' Not for the feint of heart reader; a much more darker version and much deeper look into my headspace. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it
