Those tears fell down his cheeks,
Brutally defeated by life,
Those tears turned into ego
And pain turned into anger,
He boldly delt with everyone he faced,
To him all that mattered was power.He covered himself in a fake porcelain shell,
Where his heavy, strong body portrayed his authority,
He locked his emotions in a box and threw away the key in an unknown land of darkness.He was told how to act and what a man was,
Tears were just feminine and a man never cries.He held himself in fire and kept on burning in that fire forever,
His demons were hungry for power and his wings were burnt in the fire,
He melted and converted into a thick skinned beast,
Preying on souls weaker than him,
He drank all the blood and ate the flesh of power all by himself.He hated love which made him weaker,
All he wanted was fear.
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The burning rose (Completed)
PoetryA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018