Demons used to haunt my dreams.
Creeping, crawling
A shadow in the dark
Sobbing, running
To the warm embrace
Of mother's arms.
But the disgusting darkness
Soon tainted the light of day.
Following me everywhere
Refusing to let me be.
Not even mother's arms
Can save me now.
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Hideous
PoesíaA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
