Dripping down is blood
Oh, what a shame
Happiness closed shut
And a demon's to blame
A demon inside of you
A demon led by pure pain
When blood is what you turn to
Your mind is the demons domain
Drip, drip, drip
Dripping down
A tear on a trip
Leaving its hometown
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Hope, Despair and Poetry
PoetryReady for my journey through despair and hope? If you are then click 'start reading' and read through my journey in the form of poetry; from despair to hope it goes. -And then a little ping-pong between the two also. (V.I.I. : Very Important Info...
