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My Daemon Wish


Covering the eyes of others.

Who can say what they saw?

The blindness of disbelief clouding their vision,

they see only what they want to see.

 

Reality has no hold over their blackened hearts.

Cruelty,

pain,

and death

are all that they can envision for my future.

 

And they would relish carrying out their evil work.

 

Such is the blindess

of the world.

None see the torment I endure.

 

Silent lips scream for mercy.

Deaf to plea,

blind to pain,

I am falling.

 

Falling

Falling

Falling

to my doom.

 

The wish of my daemons.

 
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