Lost
poem by:
Tier Ye
Written
on Jan 06, 2016
it's got me hooked and desperately greedy
I turn into some one else pathetically needy.
Why can't I ever get away and follow a different path
Not a chance in hell the devil would laugh.
Your never being released from my grip
You shall enjoy every sip.
From the never ending cup of addiction
And your fate shall be the formidable prediction.
I have an outer body experience and see myself in reality
I see the sheer clear brutality.
What a mess I have turned into through my other eyes
I wish I could hide and disguise.
But the Devils got me listening to its false stories and tales
Lying bleeding in a bed of nails.
Help me I cry out for someone to hear
But no one comes no one is near.
I'm lost in a world I created myself on my own,
King of the castle queen of my throne.