Comments about Joanna smith
I Lost My Mind To The Spirit
A mind so out of control yet so in control,
Insomnia and living with your demons takes its toll.
So cold, so gaunt yet its what I crave, what I desire,
The acidic feelings in my stomach, burning like fire.
The person who used to exist is now my enemy,
Nothing more than a dream, a distant memory
I'm walking through this city on my own,
A room full of mirrors that highlight every bone.
Temptation is dead, all I see is spirits, whisper,
Injecting me with venom, making me shiver.
I'm so lucky to have someone who protects me,
Why does no one else see ...