The world filled with beautiful colors
I'm waiting for the beautiful color to flow out of the seam I just split in my skin.
Instead of beautiful colors spilling out I see the color of hatred and evil.
I continue to try and find the color but only the demon peaks through.
When will the color leak?
All I feel is pain.
Enough is enough I say to the demon.
I push him down refusing to give in but faith is lost and I go searching for the color once again.
Faith is regained and he showed me the color.
I did not need to be searching in my skin.
I needed to search in him.
He starves the demon.
I have a shield of faith protecting me from the monster that lays below my layers.
The lack of color is gone.
I see the rainbow in me once again all because of the reflection of him.
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PoetryTW: S//cide, se/f ha*m, ab*se, go//re* (not a ton of gore, just blood) Honestly this is just a book of poems that i write. Nothing too special. Some of them aren't even about my life i just think they sound good but most of them are true events.
