Right and wrong war in my head
Light and dark can only spread
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Hope for when my fate is read
When my face takes my masks stead
When boots no longer made of lead
When every breath not a lie
Some days I wish I'de die
So other nights I have to cry
So I linger my goodbye
No one sees when I sigh
I pray for pale face come nigh
So I linger in torment today
Because for others I must stay
With lead boots made of clay
I see not light or single ray
I see instead all the fey
The fairies trap me they
Hold me in my life for you
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
