all i can feel is this pain
boiling inside my head
all i hear are devilish voices
infecting it all with dread
all i can see is the darkness
of my death, waiting ahead
and all i know is the truth
the truth that lies unsaid
Oh the words that lie unsaid
YOU ARE READING
When It All Burns Down
PoetryMy second poetry collection. It'd help if you read the first one but if you really want to then jump right into this one first. The only difference is that someone else stays with me...
