!!!READ WHAT I ADDED TO THE PREVIOUS AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!
Somewhere within me, there is a devil.
It rises inside me on multiple levels.
It claws at my skin, screaming to escape.
It says to me, "Good riddance!" I am an object to forsake.
Unbreakable bars of rose-gold steel,
And they shout to be seen, they shout to be real.
The Devils hide in the shadows, coughing up blood.
They struggle to swim as it floods.
The agony for them is too much to handle,
And the fire lights up their arms like a smokey candle.
I'm trying to bend the bars with all my might,
But they shut me down like the horrors of night.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
