Demons
The demon holds on to my wrist, she won't let go. I can see an angel in the distance. She can't help me, for she is chained away. Forever she will cry. Never will she fly.
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Poetry for the Pained
This is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
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Blade
A poem. {completed} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright © 2013 (and beyond) All Rights Reserved *TRIGGER WARNING*
Completed Mature -
is it still a joke now?
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
Mature
