We are the silhouettes that dance across the back
of your mind.
We are the voices you try to drown with alcohol.
We are the fear that grips your heart with icy cold touch.
We are what your nightmares are made up of.
We are you,
the twisted part of you buried deep inside that has
just found its root.
And we'll drag you down to the darkest place you can imagine
where the water spews molten lead
and where we worship the Devil for a king.
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Flicker of Withered Self
Poetrypoems for the crazy minds with big hearts **Disclaimer** The art on the cover is by Leonid Afremov