Feel the pain, feel the rage. Sense a mind in a twisted stage. The essence of time is sensed no more. Minds slip through cracks in the floor. Into a void of eternal space. Seeing demons all around thy face. Attacking the mind, soul and heart. The mind continues to fall apart. Thy strength is failing, thine feels weak. Walking down a path that is very sleek. At anytime anyone could fall. Though we try hard to remain standing tall. Demons pushing and pulling on thee. Losing control of oneself, yes I see. They're working us, constantly pulling our chain. That's connected to our brain, driving us insane. It's over, finished, it is done. Souls lost to the light, darkness has won.
Reason for writing:
The realization that some people don't have the strength or ability to combat the demons that take over their souls. We're fighting all of the time. But the fact of the matter is...some of us win...most of us lose.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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