There's a demon in my lungs just waiting to get out
She's my burden and her name is doubt
I'll choke on my blood and try not to vomit
I'll hold it down because I know how much she wants it
I refuse to give in. not just yet
I can hear her voice in my head
screaming "you'd be better off dead"
That's just how it is where I'm from, so
Then the devil comes to visit
He just begs me to come home
Running his hands along my new tombstone
Because it's cold out here with no clothes
It's cold out here, so cold out here...
-MD
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Author:
Midnight Drive (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2019 19:27
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Wow--Your first four lines just grabbed me...Good stuff!
Fear lives within all of us. How you deal with it will help define you.
Doubt is Fear's sister. She's a mean one too.
Nice write.
Thanks Midnight Drive.
That was a good write.
We all have some element of darkness flowing us. However, for some the darkness outweighs any possible goodness in them.
Why do you think there is so much evil in the world?
Keep writing FineB.
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