by jessica warrick Nov 24, 2017
category :
Dark, fantasy /
dark, horror
These demons at my side keep taunting me their haunting me, The rip me apart then they try to comfort me. Why can’t the tell me what the hell is wrong with me? They sing me a lullaby all through the night. |
by Eric
That was a unique way of expressing that. That was a really good poem. |
Great poem |
thank you |