Toxic Halo

Toxic Halo

A Poem by Samuel Riley

Your nothing but a loser then that

This am for sure of, What this is

I'm listening but not talking back

Working this out, Going solo

So difficult, F*** your options

Your not so cool anymore now

That I'm done

Seeing that water drip from your face

Not knowing the faces of evil

Your unbearable self

Bring me your eye and let me listen

Crossing a thin line

Your going solo

Junkie

Your not going to win

A game of every two cards

LoseYour self to this halo

devil or god

Two sides to every picture

You got no shadow

Your unbearable self

Missing the bigger deal

Going solo, Junkie solo

Different then the rest

Laughing at this mess

Keeping my mouth shut

This conversation is over

No words left to be

Unspoken self

Going to be solo

Listen but not talking back

Sharing nothing

Darken to the bond

F*** your options

I'm fine with this

Junkie, unbearable self

Missing the point 

Toxic halo

© 2015 Samuel Riley


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Added on June 30, 2015
Last Updated on June 30, 2015