i feel like i resemble the devil. i am only able to create pain and destruction. hidden behind the mask of a temporary high while i secretly unknowingly grasp you, holding you firmly against my burning skin. demon. i am alike a demon. leaving only pain and sorrow within my wake. steer clear from me, kin to an angel you are, yet unaware of the grip of death i hold around your neck like a noose. steer clear of me, my devilish ways. be free, fly and be joyous. spread your love and your light like you should be doing, without me. breathe. when i let go of my grip take the chance not to fret over my laying body, engulfed in flames. but instead fly away, fly away and forget about me, only a fading memory made up of ashes. barely touching your skin or your memory. let me not hold you back with this fiery grip. be happy. be fulfilled. be free. my angel.
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PoetryPoems and little quotes and stuff that i come up with just things that are beautiful
