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Demons of my past
These demons of my past
Are always laying waiting
To eat me alive
Whenever I close my eyes
If I try to reach out to another
They shun me in shame
All because of things out of my control
The scars etched into my soul
Some crimes I’m guilty of
I don’t try to push the blame
I walk to the gallows everyday
My head hanging in shame
If things had been different
If I had felt the warmth of love
Instead of an icy facade
Perhaps, I wouldn’t have turned out this way
Are always laying waiting
To eat me alive
Whenever I close my eyes
If I try to reach out to another
They shun me in shame
All because of things out of my control
The scars etched into my soul
Some crimes I’m guilty of
I don’t try to push the blame
I walk to the gallows everyday
My head hanging in shame
If things had been different
If I had felt the warmth of love
Instead of an icy facade
Perhaps, I wouldn’t have turned out this way
Published 1st Aug 2018
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