The side of me you never see,
for she is always hidden.
You do not know she does exist,
for the show her is forbidden.
The paths I make, and the vows I break,
each step I take causes the earth to quake.
I'm thevampire and she's the stake,
every thought I make is another mistake.
The side of me you never see,
she takes me piece by piece.
Her wrath is undeniable,
and it seems to never cease.
She tortures me, and burns me,
cut, slice, chops so mercilessly.
I cannot see, she's blinded me,
I cannot plee, she's silenced me.
Who will ever rescue me?
I'm injured so I cannot flee.
Now sheis controlling me.
Somebody please help me.
The side of me you never see,
she's filled my life with dread.
Now she's gone away from here,
but she has left me dead.
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Burnt Memories
PuisiA collection of poems written by myself. If some seem to be less descriptive or meaningful than others, it may be one I had written back in 2012. I might even pull out some from 2008, when I was seven and eight years old. So yes, that means I am...
