clouds of doubt and misery;
'tis the cause of self - destruction;
hungry, thirsty, heaving — jittery;
your eyes no longer sweet lanterns.
no more the soul filled with butterflies;
your battered heart who laments inside;
oh! child, what have you done?
you are no longer an angel,
now a demon — hell has won.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
