My enemy, is me myself
The blood on my sword is mine
Given by myself
And the demons inside me
Are the ones i created myself,
In the middle of this nebula
I sought out for glory
Only to be outshined
By those who left unfinished,my story,
As a warrior i have fallen
Fallen to the depths of the mind
Given in to the monsters
Who have slit my hopes
With my own knife
YOU ARE READING
IT IS POETRY I CONFIDE IN
PoesíaIt was only in the theatre that I lived~ -Oscar wilde ______🎭______ And only in the poetry that I confide in ...
