Once the music stops
the pencil ceases to create
the mind starts to wander, into a dark place
if your not careful you'll get stuck
caught between right and wrong
where the nightmares you didn't know you have lurk
the hate you have comes out in bursts
hurting many that were just caught in your line of fire.
YOU ARE READING
Oof Poetry
PoetryI was hella depressed when writing some of these, but I'm happy now, so have fun
