drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes
bad memories, thoughts and tough regrets
save us from our own sanity
by handing us society's vanity
we bathe in fire and breathe in smoke
we inhale deeply, our airways broke
as we sing, we scream and shout
our heads filled with hidden doubt
we hold our heads up high
on our lips, a silent sigh
we know we're grand and tall
but inside, we feel very small
you couldn't understand
our emotions are banned
we've blocked ourselves too well
now we're just an empty shell
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Şiiri won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
