It hurts to talk,
It hurts to breathe.
It hurts to walk
In my lead.
For the demon i know
Will see me go
In any way
Everyday.
This demon i know
Taught me how
To go out and show
A person that now
We'll see the devil,
And begin to rebell.
Others will pass on by,
And i myself would die,
But i won't.
I have so much faith in my love
To guide me to the place above,
And is my savior, for the other is
the demon i know.
this was the first poem i tried to write, and that was like four years ago, so i hope i've gotten progress in my writing since then...
