When the venom toutch my soul
A pice of me dies once more
If I keep this up I will be gone
And every drop that comes dripping down
Makes me less and less who I really am
It the destroys the bad
And leaves me in nothing
Theres nothing left
After it all has bled out
Im nothing more than the numb inside me
just a poem I write a while back xx
2 comments
i like your poems
thank you very much