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A monster from my pastHis heavy steps created fear on a sunny day breathing lethal gas did no harm he would not stop dreams he stole like a selfish demon stray any smiles to the ground he ferociously stepped blades with rust eroded his already dying heart shades from below corroded his sense to care he couldn't elude the nightmares that drove him insane no love only pain so this pain he always shared some decided to stay regardless of the clear warnings burning his soul from with in he felt the devil calling his only friends those spooky sounds from within where to drown and murder puppeteers controlling how to escape these tormenting cold chains lamenting the darkness he brought upon souls he asked for forgiveness on his knees as he bled all he knew was hurt so his words hurt only said who created this monster that inflicted so many tears who is this dead soul who hurt those he said he loved I see him in these picture of a past not so long ago It is me, it is my past, but thanks to God my past I had let go I'm that stranger who prayed countless nights alone but thanks to God and those I love the house of torment from my life it has been blown Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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