alot of sins at night
wants you in their traps
of cast soul into pits of hell of fire
but one thing you don't know
if you on the train or not like a brain without a body inside you stop
in the middle of the tunnel
Where light is off like a blowen out candal
where games begun
the train slowly move
and
echo of voices you hear of deadly tune
that knock you down to fall
but you listen well like angels sing
that try to lead to light of trouble save souls
of
dream but it seem you just have a nightmare of a dream to dare
that knock you down to fall
but you listen well like angels sing
that try to lead to light of trouble save souls
of
dream but it seem you just have a nightmare of a dream to dare
This poem has a dark silhouette chill that captivates an image in my mind where it sounds like a movie great storytelling keeping writing more thrilling poems.
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