Emptiness is in my soul,
Brokenness is in my skin as pain burns it.
Ice is my blood and so is my heart.
Stripping me of myself to form into something else
To become a warrior
A warrior of hell, but also heaven
Inside is a world of agony, hate, and even suffering
A fighter is all I am
A soldier is all I am
A warrior is who I am
I will fight my demons along with yours
Slaughter them from existence
Devour their souls for the Devil
Save the ones worth it for God
Some would call me a reaper
Some would call me death
And some would call me a fallen angel
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Poems Of The Unknown
PoezjaDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.
