The Unexpected
Living is another way the devil keeps ahold of me
on every line of this page, I sink deeper into
vast open spaces
Empty, lies my minds blankness
In every word I express
sounds another voice, depressed
Help me in my slumber
eating away my breathe
let mercy have me
let this bring me closer to death.
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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