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Subconscious torments
Demons circle around me,
bringing offerings for my soul.
Harmonic tongues they speak in,
trying to push me towards a hole.
Tempting me with immortality,
I give into their ways.
Not knowing what their made of,
I fall into their daze.
Black air swarms my body,
taking me far from earth.
Have one breath, and you can test,
This beautifully demented curse.
bringing offerings for my soul.
Harmonic tongues they speak in,
trying to push me towards a hole.
Tempting me with immortality,
I give into their ways.
Not knowing what their made of,
I fall into their daze.
Black air swarms my body,
taking me far from earth.
Have one breath, and you can test,
This beautifully demented curse.
Published 9th Oct 2014
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9th Oct 2014 12:51pm
9th Oct 2014 5:02pm
Great ink and more dark and you need to boil your brain to understand the concept.
You were one of the fewer poets that have made me feel something about myself while reading and personally I love how you've put this together.
