And I, I know I can be worst than my demons
Surrounded by all these painful visions,
Of life, of death, of every misplaced feeling
For this I could never find healing
I am the beast behind scarlet tainted lips
The jagged teeth, the flesh she rips
Only broken by the beat of my own heart
The pain, she and I may never part
my malice has surpassed these of my demons
And I struggle to find reason,
To not feel indifferent,
To not be insurgent,
But I am too far gone
And I have known this all along
all this beauty that veiled the beast,
On the innocence it feasts
and my heart beats,
While my head whispers of my feats,
I have built a throne,
Constructed from bone,
but you still do not see,
The beast that lives inside of me.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
