I saw a demon today
Sad eyed and bleeding
I prepared to fight her
But looks can be deceiving
For I was looking in a mirror
I found this to be less then shocking
The demon was me
Sad eyed and bleeding
Eyes darkened with sorrow
Sick off waiting and pleading
Bleeding from self inflicted wounds
Desperate for some kind of feeling
The demon is me
-Steven R. W.
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Poetry
PoesíaPoems by (mostly) me. They will not all make sense, but it doesn't matter.
