Feeling this vanquishing pain growing sore
Now I know what's behind "A war to end all wars"
The dying broken soul I am
Won't find the light. Won't take your hand.
Save yourself. Protect it with your life
Can't you see they want blood on your knife?
Drinking the venom, the most deadly
What's a sin in this remedy?
My blackened blood is filled with holy sin
My demons are craving my bloody scratched skin
Until I reach the gates of hell
Where my demons will make me well
Not ashamed for owning the blackest dark heart
I've been standing tall. Fighting back for the most part.
I have never won. I have never lost
Going through it, my life was the cost.
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Shitty Poetic Lines
PoetryI'm going to post every single poem I write here. This book clearly shows how I got better in writing. One of the things is that my first poems were all in just four lines, in time I was able to write longer ones. I'm not deleting my first works a...
