Created from shadows,
He asked me to come into light.
I was foolish then.
I told him it was okay.
There becomes this dependency
On monsters, the way they
Feed on you like vultures do.
But I have believed in Z
And Z believes in me.
He's pushed other monsters
Away, keeping me to himself.
I would rather deal with
One monster than thousands.
Created from shadows,
He asks me to be a friend.
I am still foolish.
I told him yes.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
