Hell is empty and all its halls are bare.
The demons and monsters that once lurked there
Escaped a long time ago and found there way
To here, where we live, and now hide away
In the cold darkness within each of us.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
