If the life she's living is what they call heaven
Then she'd rather go and live in hell
Because her life is pure misery
Hurting her till she bleeds, losing her last breath
Her faith is a fragile thread
That is slowly guiding her to her death
The death that has been a mystery
To all of her hopes during the centuries
And as her years passed, the mystery became her nightmares
Where her demons came out and controlled her
She tried to fight them away, but that only led her
To become weaker and weaker in front of them
They tricked her and she fell into their trap
The trap which is filled with knives they use against her skin
So they can hear her screams and sobs
Pleading for them to stop
They stop for a while but only to trick her again
Because seeing her like this, gives them the pleasure they need
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Hey guys!! Sorry for the late update on this book, I was going through some stuff plus exams :/
Anyways, How are my writing so far?? (I know they are nothing special but some of them mean something to me)
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My Writing & Poems in a Small Book
RandomA group of my random writing and poems. Not the best poet or writer, but it was one of the ways for me to escape everything. Hope you enjoy them :)
