Warning sirens went off,
The robots were red,
To get the point across they were accompanied by stop signs
And flashing yellow lights,
Yet I still couldn't pick up the signals,
Drove passed and met...
The paramedics above me
With flashing red lights
And sounds blurring from the ambulance.
I had been shot on the drivers seat by your snipers
And to complete the job
I got smashed by a car on the side
Yet for some reason,
I survived.
YOU ARE READING
From The Inside
PoetryI'd firstly like to thank a young lady named Takatso for making my cover art,you're a star. So this book for me deals with a lot of inner conflict that I faced in the time of writing it,I couldn't comprehend or trust my own feelings due to a lot of...
