Inspired by a friend
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The side ways glances
And all the whispers
You try to fly, your fingers reached for someone
Someone to help, someone to heal
The demons that have consumed you
That have blinded your third eye
So you sit, slumped against a wall
A golden liquid, in a glass bottle
The faint screams that still try to reach you
From the people who care
But it to much, far to late
The demons have danced in your mind
Forever embedded in your gaze
Golden liquid, clear liquid,
Glass shattered
You thought it would help
You drowned your demons
But in the process, you drowned your self.
Pathetic, you drowned your demons
But your demons learned how to swim.
YOU ARE READING
The Words Of The Stars. A Poetry Book
Şiirjust my poetry nothing more some of which is from my friends most from my mind
