Everyone has always asked me
Why are you so good
At the games you play?
I simply shake my head
Smile politely
And continue on my way
They don't know that my secret
Isn't much of a secret
Really
I'm so good
Because I practice late at night
With all my demons
My monsters and my demons
They all come out to play
With me
I have to beat them
Or they will win
If my demons as monsters win, I lose
My demons push me harder than I can
My monsters make me hold more
Than I can carry
But it has made me strong
I am no longer weak
My demons and monsters
No longer control me
Now
When I play games
I play to win
I play against
Demons and
Monsters
When I play
I play to win
I play to make my shadows lose
Because when I do finally win
All my demons and all my monsters
Will lose
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoesíaWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
