I wake up breaking a sweat, nightmare and tremors I can taste it on the surface of my tongue
It burns and it smells and all i want to do is run.
I cant face the demon, Myself, smiling in the mirror.
I didn't have to look any further it couldn't get any clearer.
He wasn't gonna pop up black with horns behind my frightened body
but he was right inside smiling with the same lips i use to eat, to speak and he was nobody else
but me.
What the hell.
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PoetryWe all live with shame, sadness and fear. We have shed some tears that break us once a year. This book will lend a ear, to a broken heart that's near. In this book you have my heart, so fragile so big you'll see a part the hurt I've managed to kee...
