Much more than she seems
Her one eye gleams
From the light of the moon
The true definition of a loon
Not another single thought
To the battle she once fought
She loves the gruesome thrill
Of the hunt and a bloody kill
She's not the one in danger
If you face her dreadful anger
A darkness to which none compare
As you face her twitching stare
Prepare for the fight of your life
As she takes fun from your strife
Your pain fuels her flickering fire
Made from insanity and desire
But when you look in the mirror
Everything isn't as it'll appear
For if you stared closely
You'll just see it's another me
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
