dark poetry writing
never lieing
no choises,no life
no friends no money not even a wife
writing down,damaging my self
striking down,nothing to do around
cutting in my hands,blood and scars all over the place
every tear stands for life in eternal fear
never walking in the light,but in the darkness with a knife.
in the schadows of the night,
the only thing left are memories and fantasies
about a happy state of mind
like a chicken..scared and fried
burning in the hellfire
not so clever,but its my destiny for ever