A feeling in which is now its own being is hard to comprehend.
Their voice becomes all too real And never-ending in the silence
Fighting for dominance over the flesh
Yet I....can't hate her .
Only constant that never left Always there to protect me.
The devil I lay next to every night. When the dark roles in she is there for comfort
The never-ending constant that stays constant without fail
Art by: Nicole Lyons-breaking beauty
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
