Demons don't like red
Red takes away from their eyes
Gleaming with terror
When there is red love
Hide it
Stash it away
Demons will take it
Demons don't like red
They whisper across the shadows
Taint it, taint it
Twist it into something evil
Closer now they move
Red red love
My demons made it black
Demons don't like red
I know this
They screamed it
Sticking cold cold daggers into my skin
Red red heart
Turn it black
My demons made me evil
Demons don't like red
It's easier to choke me
When black hands match
Black skin
Red red blood
My demons filled me in with dark
Demons don't like red
Tainted my skin black
Turned my heart to stone
Filled me with darkness
My demons made me diabolic
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords 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...
