Sometimes in the middle of the night,
my inner demons start to fight.
They mostly fight me,
but sometimes in a dark moments they fight each other.
Then i see,
A brink of hope. Thank you lord, thank you father.
My hope is gone as they scream my name,
So i realise that it's not a game.
They hate me as much as I hate them.
They'll never leave me as long as I breathe and think,
I can't make them stop, I'm not my own shrink.
The day of my last breath,
is the day of their death.
Till then I have to fight,
against my biggest enemy, the night.
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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