The Five Point Pentagram

Screaming My Death

((Hi, so I sent you all a message about not being able to write due to some crap going on in my life. That's the reason why I've been updating this so regularly. Writing poems sets me free; it kind of banishes the crap from my mind just for a few seconds so yeah, you're going to be getting a lot of poems.

Abi xoxo))

Fire burning through my chest,

An open wound infected with sounds,

Of heavy metal at its best,

A beating rhythm piercingly pounds,

We’ll live forever we cannot die,

Crossing lines of normal life,

Guitars that make beliebers cry,

Screaming lyrics their latest strife,

Making music all over again,

Reaching limits and going on,

Screaming about people have been slain,

Heavy so much it ways a ton.