Poems from NotASaint
Sitting here inside myself
Specters ruminate
Suicidal apathy
My ego is irate
As I melt into my chair
Dazed and a bit confused
Not the...
The glory days
She once had thought
Denial in her mind
Her life was free
Her pain was gone
She was one of a kind
The...
The shadows are growing faces
And the voices growing names
My mind is having a party
And playing twisted little games
The music is...