He looks down in glowing white
He looks up in burning flames
Placing bets on where i'll go
A cross I pricked on my wrist
The sinning i've done
Rum from the bottle early mornings
Whatever alcohol late nights
Smoking whatever I can get my hands on
But trying to redeem myself
So I end up with you; I follow you
We're all too alike but the bets they placed
Nobody will win
Because we can't go to a place
That may not exist
We'll end up stuck inbetween
On earth
devils in a sheep skin
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
PoetryPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
