At night, I am on an adventure
To feed myself with the ways of the world.
Making up for all the fun I couldn't get.
With all the influence that I have.
I could make people listen to me,
When I say: do all the worst things.
Let the drugs take control
Take the fall, take the fall.
But I am not evil.
I may be the worst, but not to that point.
I just love indulging in wicked senses
And letting go of all pretenses.
I had to let go of the wickedness within,
But it doesn't mean that I am scot free.
I had to free all the people I tangled in.
I couldn't have their downfall on my conscience.
Because of the tears I cried
And all the days I fake smiled
Hidden my bruises from the world
And the trauma that made itself home in my brain.
I can safely say I have changed.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
