The sadness gets to much at times
Breathless, thought of depression hits without a trace
You're just another pretty face
Dancing with the devil never sounded so good
Betraying is just an act of being a coward
With the stench of regret stains the air
Nothing more then a mire feeling
Dancing among the failures of life
The taste of sin
The smell of greed
With blood tainted in black
Watch as the trusted become the untrusted
It's just the way life
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The sadness gets to much at times
Breathless, thought of depression hits without a trace
You're just another pretty face
Dancing with the devil never sounded so good
Betraying is just an act of being a coward
With the stench of regret stains the air
Nothing more then a mire feeling
Dancing among the failures of life
The taste of sin
The smell of greed
With blood tainted in black
Watch as the trusted become the untrusted
It's just the way life
wrote this poem based on my feeling of how I felt by being betrayed and some what lied to by someone
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