She bangs her head against the wall
When she hear the demons call
Saying things that are convincing
Knowing people won't care if she's missing
Tears falling down her face like water fountains
Trying to overcome these demon filled mountains
No smile on her face
Only voices in her head
Begging wishing and crying
That she was dead.
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Darkness of a Mind
PoetryThere is a place where evil is welcome and witchcraft is practice. Where you make out with Satan and listen to Blood on the dance floor. Ha, sorry had to put them. A place like this is in my mind. I write my creepy feelings so no one will know, but...
