You've summoned me..
What will you give me.. In exchange for what I have to offer?
I Reside behind your eyes.. watching your attempts to live,
Though your efforts are filled with optimism.. impulse conjures me again.
Your thoughts are spawned as pure as heaven..Until the darkness invites me in.
when deception and falsehood acts as holy.. It me that bathe your mind in sin.
You Feel Im furthest when you love.. But you fail to see love I defend.
In hopes your foundations shake with fear is the trauma that I Intend.
You pray I never offer solution.. but with me you never feel afraid.
I share the power that overwelms, cloud the mind and cause dismay.
With a Inquencable fountain of anger? How i make you feel you say?
and Through your actions I manifest in the pure souls that are in my way.
Good and bad are pretty black and white..Yet I Shade my offers very well with Grey.
At a intersection of brick wall, your only way out's what I'll pertray.
You try to keep that door close, but I'll walk you through regardless of risk.
You'll never shut me out your mind.. If loves involved then Ill Persist.
lying in the shadows when you need me.. I'll be your comfort When lifes not bliss
Dont be afraid... surrender your mind... Let me In... Do not resist.
Suffer me Now
-Brendan Randolph
- Author: UnspokenVoice92 ( Offline)
- Published: August 19th, 2017 10:47
- Comment from author about the poem: If hatred had a voice, what would it say to you?
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Comments2
We all have our demons. We just give them different names.
This Is true
Really like this!
I'm glad
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