The demon she grabs me.
She'll always throw me down.
There is no water,
Yet I'm starting to drown.
A twin to that demon,
Is the angel over there.
She cannot help me.
This isn't fair.
That poor angel,
Chained down is she.
Her wings have been cut,
She yearns to be free.
No one can save her.
Forever she'll cry,
Her freedom now gone.
Never will she fly.
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Demons
PoetryThe demon holds on to my wrist, she won't let go. I can see an angel in the distance. She can't help me, for she is chained away. Forever she will cry. Never will she fly.
