Let the poem speak for itself.
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Kiss of Death
A constant brawl brewing inside,
Asking myself questions I shouldn't be,
From the monsters I'm trying to hide,
How could I? If they reside in me?
Save me from my monsters,
Save me from myself,
Silently, my soul shatters,
Could I still be helped?
Tonight I'll shed the last tear,
This night I'll breathe my last breath,
The pain was too much to bear,
With no regret, I shall accept the kiss of death.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Damned Poems
PoetryWritten under the influence of broken hearts and promises. When the dawn is to come, that's when my poetry becomes war. A war between a broken heart and a fighting one. Damn, never have I thought it would be this hard.
