We all have our demons
Which caused us to weaken
During our darkest hour
It starts to overpower
The remaining of our sanity
Where it takes a dark turn into insanity
Then the demon takes ahold of our minds
Keeping us in a bind
Soon darkening our hearts
Breaking ourselves apart
To the point where we leave scars
Keeping ourselves at afar
Becoming soulless bastards
As our insides shatters
Wanting to out run our demons
The darkness deepens
As much as we try
All we want to do is die
Our demons has taken ahold of us
As others stare with disgust
We can't help what we've become
The demon had made us numb
They are within
Where they lie underneath our skin
Where our scars remain
As we try to restrain
From harming ourselves once more
Trying to ignore
The pain our demons has caused
We are scarred
By our demons that lies within us
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The Arts of the Silvery Red & Other Poems
ŞiirPoems of a start of something beautiful & a sad tragedy. Poems thats from my heart & soul.