unknown

By deception •
sitting, thinking, feeling
absolutely nothing.
i am empty.
i have no soul.
i sold it,
for 10 minutes
of satsifaction.
i will go
striaght to hell.
but dont worry,
i will save you a seat.
By deception •
This poem has no votes yet.
To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.
Sounds like something to do with drugs..