Anger fills me,
Heart and soul,
Lessens slightly,
But never goes.
Stays forever,
Deep within,
Released with fury,
My mighty sin.
Silently scheming,
Talking its toll,
Quietly killing,
My very soul.
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My Beautiful Demons
PoetryRandom poetry. There is no rhyme or sequence to this poetry... just how I felt at the moment I put the words to paper.
