Just trying to let my voice out, any way I can.
He just touched down his Focus to Detroit, Ready for his life to reach the next point, Finally dropped the chains and climbed, from the pits of hell,
By Nicholas Schmidt7 years ago in Poets
Wake up every morning with this weight on my shoulders, Bed sheets soaked and sweaty from that night-by-night torture, Devil gave my soul back for a brief, fleeting moment,