(via shiannesky, memory-hole)
all my emotions written, how i know its real
living by god but the devils trying to make a deal
Ive been lost before blinded by the light
the firey gas messed up my sight
i could no longer decifer the good from the bad
my writings were taken they were all i had
so i spill my guts between me and this book
i peek at it & swear to never second look
i could almost feel as if dying inside
but poetry is how I make that feeling hide
its funny how i think my writing hears me
like they know what all my fears be
so i close the pages and swear noone will see
S.Sky
