this all started in the holy hours .
It's 3 am
I'm up
in the devils hour
All my
dark
thoughts
Breaking the glass jar
I know
I should cast out
This negativity With a spell
Sell out my demons
For sixty cents
But
I let em talk
Because they always make
sense.
Perfect sense
Than anything
Else
In my
Life.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Backwards
Poetrythis is a collection of poems which i have no idea why i wrote them but its the first that dont rhyme so cheerio!
