Wouldn't we love to believe that we are unconquered
That our minds have been purified and our demons slain
We love to believe that we're okay
Nevertheless, the bloodthirsty baying of our intrusive thoughts
Burrows unfalteringly through our minds
Leaving rusted ruins in their wake
Painted with the stains of our wrecked sanity
We smile through our lies
Try to fool ourselves along with everyone else
Meanwhile the demons alight triumphantly
Upon the wreckage they have successfully created and maintained
Deception
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Dangerous Mind
PoetryMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)
