Again
The demons
Under my pillow
Are fighting
Busy screeming
Gnashing their teeth
In my face
The vipers
In my soul
Are tearing me into bits
Feasting on my flesh
Drinking on my blood
Licking my bones
Holes drilling in my heart
Im dead
Yet still alive
Im mourning in the morning
The death of my heart
I've survived mang things
But not this time round
Not this time
Im waiting for my reicunation
Hold me
Never leave me
Just hold me
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
