( A poem for my dear, lost Daisy).
I am trapped inside
my own mind,
yet this is what I wanted.
I can no longer feel the pain,
nor the happiness that once flowed through my veins,
but this is what I asked.
I am trapped inside
my own mind
by the power for which I yearned.
I scream and shout
but it won't let me out,
the demon that has me chained.
INSIDE EVERYONE, I CAN BE FOÜND,
BÜT BY ME, YOÜ ARE NOT BOÜND.
THE STRINGS ARE LOOSE, MY MARIONETTE.
AND YOÜ ARE FREE TO MOVE.
Rosales Kordesii
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A Withered Rose: Rosales Kordesii's Poetry Book
ПоэзияAn old poetry collection I wrote in high school under the alias of one of my characters Rosales Kordesii. Most of the poems are based on characters and stuff that happens in the main story. Since I've moved on, I will not be dding to this collection...
