Do you hear the soft lullaby
Wishing us a good night?
The sirens call us,
Get ready to fight.
Because tonight,
We will bathe in blood and fright.
They call our names,
Get ready to welcome death or fame.
Drug addict, prostitute, dealer or a whore,
I wonder what I see when I kick down your door.
I'll arrest you before you kill me.
I'll cuff you and drag you behind bars, you see.
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99 Poems
Poesíaa compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
