Black is a color as dark as my soul the demons inside me gradually grow, they take my mind and make it theirs. So they can tame whatever rationality was left up there, you can tell something funny is going on up here but still I only feel safe when they are near. This icy breeze I feel around my heart was made by the demons to keep me from falling apart, they made me a soldier for the people around me that say they could never hurt me. But these demons see through their lies knowing eventually they will desert me, leaving me out to dry with this icy heart of mine I remain resolute. Behind these demons eyes.
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Lies, Love, & Truth all Unveiled
PoetryMost of the poems are about overcoming obstacles and demons. Then there are poems about relationships that went horrible but the one who was hurt grew from the pain and heartbreak. These poems are to remind the readers that they are strong and have...
