Demons rise, telling lies.
Causing torture and pain.
I let them rise up through me,
So they can see clouded skies.
The demons told me they were friends,
I thought they were angels.
But then they twisted me,
Forced me to do things,
I'm ashamed of.
These demons are still my friends,
Although they hurt and lie.
I don't want to leave them,
So I won't ever say goodbye.
Because when I leave these devils:
I lose a part of me.
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Poetry Volume 1
PoetryJust poems, mostly unedited. These are raw emotions treat them with respect and no flash photography.
