In the farthest corners of my mind
A shadow lurks and hids - not showing face or bind
A lone shadow that is only mine
A shell of emotions both good and bad
But emotionless and still - withered and cold
The shadow's only a child - one with no home
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No soul
Only a casket of broken wills and lies
Nobody dares to reach this child
For the demons of night mark this child
An eerie past long forgotten
An empty void with no denotion
Eyes blind from that child's to mine
An entity of a wrapped childhood
One were talking is always trouble
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Lingering Life
Mystery / ThrillerA group of dreary poems, from childhood to supernatural, seek the depth of theses poems. Try seeing the details that come apart from them if you choose. And tell me, whom are you in them?
