Supervised behaviour

drug abuse.

Falling skies,
look up for a reason not to die,
but his legacy was a failed suicide
fallen skies, angels die,
devils cry,
lost faith prayers are dry,
dignity disguised by pure demise,
naked shame, who is to blame,
death grip, from an iron fist,
what could be worse than this,
smuthered screams, the voices are silent,
scars are louder....
deathrow, the throne is claimed by the crow,
holy day, anointment is here.
the miracle is just a hole,
lost control, ergophobia,frantic woes
the 3rd year of nines, stitches are needed,atonement day,
amends or reparation made,
for injury and wrong; expiation.
laugh it off!

Author's Note

this is one of my old poems, those who reviewed it before the admins fucked up! then you can feel free to not give another review, but it would be appreciated if you would do it again, cheers!

Reviews

[Lia]

Great piece. Touching, and deep. Thank you xx