The heart of a demon is no were to tred its filled with pain and no one nows the pain you feel they try to pry but it pushes back to save the one they love. The more they press the more it fights back and the more the demon wants out. It trys to kill. When the one thing you hold dear runs to the arms of another it shreds your trust it shelreds the bridge you made the line was drawn and the end is coming for one but the demon chooses to end it. To save the one who has the most potential and lets its slef lay down to be shot
BINABASA MO ANG
Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
