My tide swings like a noose around my neck, The challenges arise the privilege of the test.
Crimson is my blood ice became my heart, Nothing feel’s real, Nothing light’s a spark.
Why must i endure such demise why must hatred reside inside, My bitter soul crushed my light is leaving my eyes.
If it must be this way why not make it swift, Why plunge the knife deeper why did it twist.
It’s as if something keeps pulling me down deep within my soul, A feeling so lost my mind cannot comprehend or cope.
The world is a bitter place filled with so much hatred so many lies, Even the leaders wear painted masks living in disguise.
But people like me and you we work hard everyday, Getting lost in these tidal waves
No matter what we do we cannot win this game, but never give up don’t let your heart dissuade.
ColorCreed
Creed's Poetry 