Poetry keeps away the demons locked in my heart drowning in the abyss. It is the lock, and as the write I am the key. I have an option of unleashing my inner demons or staying quiet. As I pray upon an outsider to gracefully wrap me up in their cloths of ignorance I silently thank they did not. Poems are my great escape I hold on as I see the reeper in my dreams again. Death has come again and the poem has become my tailismon......JUST KIDDING:) See im all dark and depressive..... It was suppose to be short though. Well, im not depressed it's just how i roll... bye :)
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