It's not that my soul is broken,
dead or in disrepair.
It's that my soul has vacated this vessel,
decided that this body is too difficult to deal with,
too destructive in nature to even be considered for survival.
And so I am left with the violent depart of
what most consider to be something that is a constancy in life,
but that I see as something that just keeps me on the ground.
Because while most people have the ability to fly free,
I have to stay with my wings clipped,
my only thought that
my soul was smart to fly away with my sanity in tow.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoesíaWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
