Losing Control

If I'm a sinner, you must stand by Heaven's door

The cold has come long ways 

Days passing with the drugs on my tongue

Fading into delicious glory

A feeling where control is ashed 

Gardens begin to grow inside my mind 

Thoughts ignite from the rotteness 

Cemeteries sprout life in pink and yellow

Put your words down,

Don't lie to me anymore

I'm already dead

You see, the cold has traveled far,

and found a home inside of me

Reviews

[Eternal Devotion]

Some of the worst 'sinners' are the best poets. I love this, such strong emotion portrayed in each line, a joy to read. You have a gift for expression, which is not easily achievable . 100/100

[Orlando Wynn]

Your profile pic is hot. Gabby is hot.

[Gabby Nieves]

good read great write

[Orlando Wynn]

And well penned