My pen is my sword,
And I wield it well,
But not well enough
'Cause I'm stuck in hell.
My demons are strong--
Stronger than me.
They all mesh
Into a living, breathing, sea.
With razor like claws
They shatter my sword,
Leaving me defenseless
Against the horde.
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In Darknesss
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written on darker subjects such as suicide, death, self harm, etc. If this may be triggering to you, proceed with caution. Some of these were written in my stay at a mental institution where I was allowed a comp...
