Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Now I lay down to sleep, I pray to my Lord, my soul to keep, if I shall die before I wake, I pray my Lord my soul to take.
Have your ever been inflicted? Left on your own, all alone, amongst the wicked, the figureless  shadows whispering in the distance, waiting on that moment they can snatch your existence, as you lay there sleeping, silently with no resistance, creeping up on your dreams, you hear the screams, from off in the distance, they’re getting closer. Do you believe in demon’s, do you believe in life, do you think you know the difference between wrong and right, do you think someone can take your soul, with only a rite, do you believe in witchcraft and other things in the night, do you believe we serve a purpose, or do you feel worthless, are you the kind run, or the kind to stay and fight, someone who dwells in negativity, or does your light shine bright, do you pick up on things, when something just not right, you think we can foresee are death, a few days in advance, or sence when the time comes, with only moments left, And your game is over, just that quick, seems like a million years its been since you got sick, and it rendered you helpless, lost in effect, doses of antipsychotics don't do shit, but twist you up mentally, like some narcissistic bitch, that likes to play games, and fuck with your shit, eat a dick trick but don’t bite the end of it, Im sick of your lil games, I won't call the cops, bitch, cause I can handle it.