Every night I creep outside
Doing things that would make mom cry
Like robbery or rape
Or all of the drugs
It's all for games
It's just all for the fun
But if I said that
I would be lying
it's either selling crack
or end up dying
when every day is a battle for your life
you might end up in front of the gun
or stuck by a knife
with no where to run
Demons got a hold of my soul
whispering sinister thoughts non-stop
The red little devil won't leave me alone
He would rather see me kill
Because he knows I am capable
To him it's all for the thrill
he knows I'm unstable
my soul is doomed forever more
with this noose wrapped around my neck
I'll dance with the devil some more
and maybe it's for the best
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Diary Of A Lost Soul
PoesíaIn this story you will learn about the lives of three people living in poverty. A collection of vignettes from the view point of these broken souls
