all of my stories remain still,
Frozen in time but without a chill
Everything becomes lost
Because everything comes with a cost
Take the good and the bad,
And see how it drives us mad
Everything floats as I fall
It all changes when your short then tall
see white turn red
Then run before you lose your head
And its all in the matter of time
before my mind becomes slime
All the beleivers say I too have gone mad...
Isnt that sad?
Yet we're perfectly sane
our minds just arent plain.
YOU ARE READING
Not Life But Mind
Poetrypoetry is my passion...and i may not be the best at it, but its something to take with me wherever i go. some poems can be dark...many were written in a dark moment of my life. If you'd like you can post in the comments a challenge, pick a topic and...
