a graveyard in my soul,
of emotions that die before they're revealed.
setting my mind on fire,
to cast the shadows that i keep sealed.
often i think too much,
yet hold my silence and say nothing at all.
fading with every breath,
in these flames, i will take my final fall.
oh love, can't you see?
i'm both a living and dying paradox.
every battle for survival,
fails a bit with the ending of the clock.
loving the pain a little too much,
smiles mixing with the fall of crystal tears.
see, the paradox i'm describing,
is the existence that i live to die for, my dear.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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