Familiar with the darkness
Surrounding my head
Friends with the devil
Living in myself
There is no rest
Not when you're the wicked
You are running from
All that could be and is
Just cant and isnt fixed
The candle to wick
Is all that seems to stick
Everything is out of place
Up and away, far from this space
In my mind the demons pace
In colours of gloom
Colours of blue
Colours of I love you
But they dont know
What happiness is
And what could be known as true
And what love even is
How can I live
When I dont have anything
But truly understand everything
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
