madness;
voices growing horns.
monsters;
death being born
a society of lunatics,
with smiles on our faces.
a world of angels,
believing our wings are disgraces.
madness;
shadows with teeth,
monsters;
eyes that cannot see.
a dead society,
with breath in our lungs.
a world of galaxies,
completely lost of our starlit songs.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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