Inhale

My poems - "Now with fancier words!"

Inhale

 

Spit chipped teeth from my broken jaw

Spin around and dance in my head of staw

Everyone in my life knows the way I'm going is wrong

Satan's grip on my mind waxes strong

I'm still better than the sickness

I would sooner die than give in to this

Inhale mindless tongues and language

Sipping from a shattering afterimage

Barrage of thougts betray my dreams

Endless torment and similiar themes

I understand the good path from the bad

But I have gone off course and lost all that I had