Misery

blacksheepBob

Killing with words you seem to take pride

False are your accusations , you stifle my mind

So much you hate and so little time 

You keep pushing on me , keep pushing me down

No glory to come from what you derive 

People are pawns for your sick little mind 

Just what will you harvest when its your time 

A field of hate that becomes your own mind 

Old and alone in your due time 

Eaten up with the misery you wanted to be mine 

  • Author: blacksheepBob (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2017 10:14
  • Category: Reflection
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  • John_144867

    Wonderfully done 🙂



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