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|My own Poems <3|
Demons.A hollow cell that once used to be human.
That's what's left from the old me.
I touch the place on my chest,
Where my heart used to be.
I feel the beating, but the heart is gone.
Was it ever really there?
And I wonder; am I made out of stone?
Cause the moments I feel are rare.
And I'm asking you now,
Now that my mind is clear.
Will you tell me how
I'm supposed to get rid of the fear?
How am I supposed to fight the demons,
When I don't know where my angels lay?
And how am I supposed to keep them at bay?
They're always therein the back of my head.
Whispering. Slithering. Destroying.
Now I know I'd be better off dead
with my thoughts they are toying.
And in the tiniest moment that I can think straight.
I keep doubting my distorted and twisted fate.
And I count the stars, in an utterly empty sky,
as I prevent my mind from seeing their lie.
'Death,' they hiss and their voice is dire.
'Blood,' they scream and their voice is fire.
'Souls,' they crave a