This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019