Fallen angels

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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 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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