Poetry of the Damned
My head reels in this circle
Of what is and what isnβt
Oh the demons suck my soul
There doesnβt seem to be a mercy
There is no choice
No time
Free me oh sickly devil
For I wish to breathe the air
Of my youth
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So much has happened since Iβve last posted, but man has this last week worn me out. I just want to leave everything behind and run to the woods, but I have things that I care for that need me just as much as I need them. Why canβt life be a little more fair?












