I want to scream.
I need to cry.
Before you...
I looked to the sky.The light is gone.
My heart is numb.
No hope for dawn.
Why so glum?Lies and fear.
Questions and silence.
All so unclear.
No home, no asylum.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
Thơ CaI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
Sound
I want to scream.
I need to cry.
Before you...
I looked to the sky.The light is gone.
My heart is numb.
No hope for dawn.
Why so glum?Lies and fear.
Questions and silence.
All so unclear.
No home, no asylum.