DEMONS
Letting you peek your head through the cage
Cannot any longer control the rage
It boils to the surface day and night
Yet 9 years with no regrets
The voices say to let them go
I cannot lose control
This pain I feel I deserve but to bring it to the surface will help the urge
Muffled are the sounds as a shovel breaks the ground
If these demons appear it may be that I disappear
These demons have won before but I've never fought this hard to win
Maybe I should just give into them and start over again
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WorthlessP.O.S.14
Nothing to tell just a figment of this reality floating amongst the the chaos we call life as we wander aimlessly hoping we are meant for more yet ever proving we as individuals mean nothing without a better half long lost to the abyss we call our society. Fuck it the shadows say im not meant for here and have been fighting the inevitable demise of my earthly form for years I need to be with my people, its home, this life is pain, heartache, and disappointment the next has to be better.
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