Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️

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❝she was simple, an angel born without wings. yet she was special, an enchanting song her lost soul sings. ❞... More

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S e m i c o l o n ; W a r r i o r s
G l a s s_S l i p p e r
M a r r e d
W o n d e r l a n d
F a n t a s i s t
D a r l i n g
V i l l a i n o u s
M a l e f i c e n t
S t o r m
T o _ t h e _ D e m o n s
P r o m i s e
M a d n e s s
F l y
P a r a d o x
G o o d b y e
H y p r o c r i t e s
B l e e d i n g
S t a r s
P a r a n o i a
"P r o m i s e"
E n d
B r o w n - e y e d
R o s e
W i l d
B l a c k h o l e
B e s i d e
D r e a m s
M o n s t e r s
H a p p y
L i b r a r i a n
Q u o t e s - P o e m s
F i n e
A d d i c t i o n
S h o w
F a t h e r
L e t t e r
#Midnight Sun
S c r e a m
L a n g u a g e
W e s t
F a d i n g
M e m o r i e s
C o l o r s
D e a r
L o v e
F a k e
B l i n d
W a n d e r e r
A s y l u m
S o r r y
D i s e a s e d
D e a d
B r e a t h
D e a f
M a g i c
P a n i c
S m i l e
M o n s t e r s
D e d i c a t e d
S i m p l e
D i l e m m a
D e m o n s
D e a t h
D e r a n g e d
F u t u r e
H a n g m a n ' s _ C l i f f s
W o l f
L i g h t
L e g e n d s
R e a p i n g
O Z
A d d i c t e d
F i r e
W o r d s
P r o m e t h e u s
L i e s
D r o p
S e n s e
N o r m
D a r k _ G r a c e
U n k n o w n
i f
N o t h i n g
I n s e c u r i t i e s
R a w
C o n c e r n e d
P r i s o n
N i g h t t i m e
C o l l a p s i n g_S t a r s
E m p t y
B r o k e n
Words To My Demons
Final Note
B l e e d
A w a r e ?
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N e v e r l a n d

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By when-they-write

the second star to the right,

and straight on until the morning.

tis quite a sight,

but let me share a quick warning.


because once you take his hand,

you can never go back.

so before you depart this world of reality,

just think quickly about that.


some call Neverland a nightmare,

the black hole where all lost souls go mad.

but i called it a home,

a place where there was no one was ever sad.


Peter Pan and the lost ones,

those who were promised to be free forever.

retreating from all their troubles,

flown off to an island away from reality's tethers.


only it became lonely,

away from everything they had once loved.

losing their minds in the shadows,

they cried in despair for the ability to grow up.


second star to the right,

and straight on until morning.

please don't fight,

but listen to my quick warning.


a nightmare or a home,

the dream is ensnaring to our lost souls.

so before you take his hand,

there are some things you need to know.


it depends on your perspective,

the way you view this reality, i suppose.

be an escape or a dream,

Neverland is where all the lost are enclosed.


once you've grown up,

all the other paths will be closed forever.

yet before you shoot for the stars,

make sure you're ready for this lonely nightmare.

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