He stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven him hereThey cut his heart
Right out of his chest
Making him believe
That the demons knew bestThey were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was rightThese demons were destructive
Knocking down the life he knew
Hating everything about him
He hated himself tooThese demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevailsSo on the bridge he stood
About to end the fight
Then he stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night
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Poems From The Lost
PoetryThese are just poems I've written myself. Please don't steal any of them. Enjoy!