They said I was their hero
I was their puppet, their tool
The savior with an expiration date
But I didn't notice the strings
Until the moment they snapped
They said I was their hero
I was cursed, they said
I was doomed, they said
Yet, they never truly said
All the reasons why
I was cursed, yes
I found that to be true
But it was not me
Who was doomed
But, instead, the puppeteers
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(Dec 2017)

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Beautiful Darkness
PoesíaA collection of dark poetry, ranging from demons to bloody.