Love doesn't free us from the Tyranny of pain
As it lets out our tears like rain
it was hard to gain the love I made...
But I payed my debt with my blood and blade
If the scars on my arms and legs do not prove the price I've payed
Then I'll take the end of this knife and prove it again and again for the rest of my days
I guarantee I'll pay this price
I promise even after I've reached the light...
I'm split between heart and soul
Either human or demon I'll find out when I'm whole
I'll find a way to fix it soon... somehow...
But I cannot promise what you find is me from then or now...
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Poems
PoetryJust something I wanted to do in my free time. Thanks for taking a look!
