There's a blackness in the back of my mind,
filled with screams of anger.
Souls that have been bind,
reaching out of the darkness.
Coldness is all I find,
a faint memory of what you've left behind.
Let not Jesus close his eyes,
to the whispers of demonic lies.
Only the feeling of ice running down my spine,
can compare to the feeling I often hide.
No one can see through these weary eyes,
no one knows what the fear of your past has done to me.
Welcome to my bitter sweet reality.
Please tell me what you think
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Awsome write deep down scarry but one hell of a write
You left me speechless and in awe of your pen and your thoughts, And you delivered a brilliantly penned
Poem that impacts the mind to an encore for a triology.. And it is freeking time you came back here blue...
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