Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2018
I'll take the blame
And everything will stay the same
In this household name
Where I once came
I'll stand in the fire
Looking at every liar
I am not a crier
And I will rise higher
Without no need for a spell
They can't tell
But what they truly sell
Are invitations to Hell
Nicholas Fonte
Written by
Nicholas Fonte
317
     Skye Marshmallow and Me Díaz
Please log in to view and add comments on poems