In a cold rainy night
How would I fight
The shadows of death
The devils hiding beneath
An innocent looking face
Leaving no space
For the good side to be found
In a dark lonely mind
Who would be able to stay kind
When the darkness creeps out
The only thing to do is cry and shout
How can the weak resist
The brutality that's realist
And the heartless violence
Without a helpful defence
In such a cold lonly room
We can't but fear the day of doom
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Dying To Live
Poetrypoems about selfharm, selfhate and suicide, loneliness, depression...
