Life is a scam
Made by lookers
And in this sham
We’re all hookers
I don’t think I signed up for life
Even so, I must bear the strife
But in the end we’re all done
Just bags of bones swallowed by sun
These eyes stare at my soul
And so with sleep they pay the toll
YOU ARE READING
pomegranate tears and deep dark fears
Poetrythey call me hades because i'm dead inside
