Demons tearing into my flesh.
They want blood, all of mine.
Sending chills down my spine.
They want to break me apart and turn my heart cold.
Ice cold against people i love and would never want to betray.
I hold my breath and endure the pain that i am being delt.
How strong can you really be?
A question we all ask ourselves after all the torture and suffering we deal with for those who claim to love us but hurt us the most.
I am willing to go to death to end this cruelty and to save my friends and family.
My brothers and sisters who are strangers to me now.
What i would do for all of them to keep their souls and have chances i never had.
Maybe they were the stronger ones after all.
I've shed blood sweat and tears for the demons to stay away from the ones i care about and would have cared about in the future.
I need to know that it is/was the right thing to do.
I don't want a thank you or any pity.
It is the destiny i have chosen for myself.
May it be anonymous.
I don't want glory or the spot light.
Especially with all of the brutality i have been given by these evil creatures.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a book filled with all of my poems that have been published on here. they each tell as story but all together are not connected or in any specific order. Just a book of randon poems of all different genres.
