In the darkness my demons hides
They take my fear as their pride
Poking my soul
Bringing my life such a cunfussion
Ripping and gnawing, all I built
It tears me down, my darkness guilt
My demon never stay far away
Whispering doubts in my ear everyday
These are my demons who I know
By all my heart
Day by Day I enjoy being in hell with them.
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Eunoia
PoetryA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
