The roses are wilting
The violets are dead
These demons run circles
Inside of my head
I open my eyes
Everything is red
These demons will haunt me
Until I am dead
I saw the first two lines to this somewhere a while back, and my mind took it someplace darker.
This is the first step in the journey.
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It's the Thoughts That Rhyme
PoesiA bunch of short poems. A warning for you: A lot of this will probably be dark. Even I don't really know what to expect from this so expect the unexpected. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Cover page was drawn by me. Poems were written by me...
