Words, words crowd a befuddled head,
Urging write, write where emotions led.
Many times mused, paradoxically well,
My melancholy lot or incarnate hell?
Scars, scars impregnate an idle brain,
Screaming promises of everlasting pain.
Medicinal remedies deviate inside,
Where said demons love to hide.
Chemical suicide within my veins,
Subduing demons sadistic reigns.
Struggles, struggles within my head,
Wickedness conspiring want me dead.
Whispers, whispers of epic lies,
Praying I won't be the one who dies.
Bloodstained quill leaves its mark,
To placate demons in the dark.
Redemption save me as parchments drift,
This poetic soul a curse or envied gift.
Scores, scores of prose a plenty,
Proclaim us legion for we are many.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
