The demons cry for the damage that they've done.
The people scream for the burning lives.
That are left behind, behind the fog that holds all souls.
Keeping everything inside.
The monsters grin from ear to ear, with teeth as sharp as needles.
Day is gone, and night is high.
With lifes of children falling.
Hell is open for Halloween.
Where the nightmares come out to play.
So lock your doors, an hide your kids.
For the souls are wiped away.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
