The blade is gone
It's disappeared
No more it will touch me
No more it comes near
No more on my hips
No more on my thighs
But still in my heart
An inner darkness waits
Though I miss it's comfort
I miss it's strength
I don't miss the demons
Making me want to disapperate
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Dark Daydreams
PoesíaThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...
