( Another poem to my dear Daisy)
In the dark recesses of every mind,
a dark evil does reside.
With soulless white eyes and oily black skin.
And who could forget her wicked grin.
She picks and twists your hearts strings
as she forces you to remember the memories you pushed down under.
Without a voice,
you have no choice.
YOÜ. MÜST. OBEY.
You weep and weep,
for you get no sleep.
Your mind is her's to control.
With desperation,
you reach into you soul.
But what stares back
is no demon at all.
ITS YOÜR OWN FACE PEERING THROÜH THE VEIL.
Rosales Kordesii
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
A Withered Rose: Rosales Kordesii's Poetry Book
ΠοίησηAn 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...
