Your presence feel like being surrounded
by thousands of demons at once
your touch is like bullets hitting my chest
and knocking me on my ass
you cant bring me down anymore
just so you know
no more cold days in hell
your deeds where never good
You're just satan's little helper.
and always will be
'Fear and bravery
will remain my lights
they will keep me out of the dark
every night !
so give me your best shot
youll always loose this war
because this is my fight now
and i am on top if this world
- Authors: Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: November 20th, 2019 20:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 43
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