Sick Twist
Can close your eyes
Mouth that turns dry
Cant trust
A soul insight
Creeping through out
The night
Trying too win
The fight.
Trying too hold
On tight
With all your
Might.
Day light
Turns too night
And days pass by
Just when you
Think its okay
Thats when they
get you
Alright .
Copyright © Chelsey Moore | Year Posted 2023
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