Playing my mind like a harp I feel inspiration bleeding though my veins. Frozen fingers beg to write the words from my mind, the words that drive me mad. Mouth torn open lyrics from songs fall from my chapped lips. Heart pumping from the adrenaline created from the world. It wants to give out from under me, yet I won't let it.
Who am I?
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
