I am a broken mess that is ever so slowly starting to heal, even when others attempt to break me apart. |
The fire crackled and roared
The People danced bare footed...
It slowly creeps up on you
Like a shadow...
Death is an adventure
One after life...
Guilty
Two life Sentences...
Can you smell the blood?
As the disease spreads...
I know I am not the first person you have ever...
And yet, I might not be your last...
The pain that upon my heart was wrought
Was something that was not sought...
Will you be able to help heal me
Self destruction...
A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...
My pen is empty
As my words dry up...
All Legends are born from truths |
Age is just a number not a factor. It does not make who you are! Your personality and attitude is what makes you. |
The word "FEAR' Acronym. |