I look too the sky and ask God to give me back a piece of my sanity
Because the nights are filled with whispers and laughs looking into the vanity
Shadows of our own demons begin to haunt us in the night
How many more dark filled nights before it finally shed light
Praying through out the night for the angels to stay protecting
And everything that moves or makes a sound I'm questioning
Like death it creeps up on us without any hesitation
Takes over my heart and bad thoughts are my destination
Because never have I ever had a so called normal life
Part of the have nots I'm used to living the gutter life
©droneking
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