The weather's getting bad
My room's empty and cold
It's dark in here just like
my freezing damaged soul
Under my blanked
Those demons crawling back
Taking over me, my mind
And poisoning my head
They spread their words
So loud, I must believe
They've stolen me a while ago
I wanna kill those dirty thieves
But they are stronger
I'm slowly rotting away
And once I close my tired eyes
Those demons will remain
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
