Dwelling
I embrace the demon dwelling inside of me.
Chain myself on thorny roses, piercing the back of my skin.
I sing when the sky mourn for the angel has fallen.
The rain become tears, the thunder become voice, and the lightning become a piece of hope for she still have a will to live.
I swallowed both good and evil, telling lies to concealed the truth that buried deep on my skin.
A soul aches for divinity, aches for freedom and aches for the happiness that you refuse to give.
BINABASA MO ANG
Untold
PoetryA Poem Collection Trigger Warning. Read at your own risk. No harm intended. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! 08/30/18 PS. If you know someone who is struggling, It wouldn't hurt you to say hi and talk to them. Every small step is a big progress. Rank Attain...
