this is not a poem for the weak hearted
this is a poem for the recently departed
your life was ran by twisted emotions
to live without any devotions
that is not living at all
how did it feel to always fall
surrounding yourself with corruption and greed
you could never understand how it feels to need
to you everything is good and well
to your lover it is a living hell
deceiptful games are all you can play
not ever listening to what they had to say
trying to pull you out of your egotistic hole
yet your heart was as black as coal
expecting everyone to let you into their mind
yet when it came too you it was like being blind
letting someone in is not a deadly sin
