There are secrets behind your eyes,
hidden beneath the brown,
and I can see them clearly from the light.
You're afraid of your thoughts,
for they crawl in the darkness,
and make themselves a home within your mind.
They shudder and groan,
their bodies vast like the tides,
and they pull you under
into their strange counterfeit night.
They seem to linger behind your face,
and they often whisper of ghastly frights,
for the anxiety drumming within your bones
are nothing but your monsters' cries.
Where can you hide when the demons are within your mind?
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The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
