By Arcassin B
Shameful of the days that was given in return
had the karma of Babylon,
looking for the light but not searching every day,
nights are colder with these open wounds still fresh,
No one ever wants peace,
I remember the days when times were simpler thinking that I could do what I wanted in a peaceful manner,
my love and care would always go to waste,
it's clear to see that I was heaven sent,
no repent,
no one gives a fuck If I die , thats literally evident,
but I would sit and keep explaining things about the carelessness of people,
or the corrupted world or maybe that life's a movie,
and didn't get to the sequel.
Spider-Man Poetry EP coming soon !!
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