Im dreaming again.
Im certain i gotta get out of this place.
Living in so called sin.
Lies carved on my face.
Pouring my heart for the wicked tones.
Pitch black sounds of fate.
Remembering im only bones.
Voices saying its to late.
Knowing only isolation .
Sounds of silence.
A mad mans violence.
Cry to me cus they dont care.
Lay your weary head.
We will make it there.
I guess when were dead......
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Poem / War and Military
Poem / Memoir
Poem / Horror
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