Born and raised
By hate and darkness.
Forever connected to the
Abyss of fear.
Caught by all the
Demons that devour.
Why?
Because there's a
Fire in my heart,
A fire that
Promises me
Hell.
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PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
Burning abyss
Born and raised
By hate and darkness.
Forever connected to the
Abyss of fear.
Caught by all the
Demons that devour.
Why?
Because there's a
Fire in my heart,
A fire that
Promises me
Hell.
