The blood is drying,
The battle is done,
I hear them crying.
As the flames lick higher,
they scream to be free.
They say I am a liar,
As the darkness smiles at me.
I thought I could do this on my own,
But that was a lie.
I watched the sky die,
on top of broken dreams,
screaming my silent goodbyes.
I take my last glance,
turning my back on the life I had lived.
I fought for love,
For the darkness is my beloved.
He understands me,
Like none of you can.
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My poetry
الشعرI write things better than I can speak them. I can let all the things that I keep inside from others out. No one understands me when I try to open up to them.Without writing I would be lost.
