I tried to fight off the poison infecting my veins.
Given to me by this foul creature,
who isn't nor man or woman,
but a devil in sheep's clothing.
He wound up my neck with his hands,
and told me to pray to see the daylight.
I knew all his secrets now,
and he could not bare to have his name in vain.
-2023
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PoetryMy poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming tra...
