we're society's threats,
the monsters hidden under your bed.
and we're the echoes of the past,
the ghostly cries in the back of your head.
we're the ones cast away,
we run in these shadows side by side.
for we must stick together,
in protection of the dying souls, we abide.
we're the lone wolves,
marked the outcasted and the alone
finding harmony in the pain,
we dwell high upon these forgotten thrones.
so remember our cries,
when you hear the broken howls in the night.
we're the ones no one could save,
the day we fell from society and lost the fight.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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