I'm caught,
but so are my demons.
glowing red wings,
in the dark of the night.
the blaring lights they use to scare me,
show me where my target lies.
and, taking deadly aim,
i use my fear as my guide.
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesíaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
