Spikes
Spikes taking all hope
Leaving corpses nothing but a rope
All they have is suicide
And friend they turned to with every cry
And every lie
Makes another innocent die
Why do you ever try to stop what is not there
She looks at my eyes with a deathly stare
I feel like I love but she hates me
Part wants to be the slave and other to be free
What am I meant to do?
When my suicide was all up to you
You gave me the ropes
And you crushed all my hopes
So now I realize
When all hope dies
That you were the spikes
poem by Harley Morriss
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