A demon running through my veins
Hibernating in my organs, in my brain
Releasing himself whenever he feels the need
Staining my sweetness and my love with his sin
His offspring, like puppets
Puppets holding my brain at gun point
Controlling my every move
But I'm still there somewhere
Waiting to be found alive
Find me or leave me to rot until death haunts me
Don't over take my god given freedom
Slice my soul and let me bleed him out
Bleed until it dreams a dream of peace
I want to be free from his wrath
-Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
