late evenings
I laid in bed
emotions flowed in my head
a demon whispered
somethting I have never heard
blind me from reality
let out my unconscious self
u know nothing can help
follow the darkness
The melody I have sung
lost and disoriented
theres no way out
behind that iron door
the keys are in my hands
you are the pieces that I tore
im drowning in my fears
fears that doesn’t exist
theres nothing to resist
when there’s no sad tears
inside the demon’s soul
somewhere from the sky
there ain’t no light
not scared of heights
because we are gonna be
fallen angels
- Author: Siena (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 22nd, 2018 07:17
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about my sadness my confusion and depression
- Category: Sad
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