Sinners
My body trembles
my mind rattles
my chest burns
my stomach turns
my dreams haunt me
and my emotions taunt me
let it go and burry it deep
before I end up back on the streets
trying not to yearn to get high
trying to think of new ways to get bye
the demons I swollowed as a child
drive me wild
It's just a game
they should feel ashamed
who will win?
The nightmares I hold from there sins
or me, to have the strength to release them
from so far within
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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