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When the lights go out
Memories get foggy
And the silence becomes unbearable
All the negativity
All the insecurities
All the demons
Come out to play
Out of the deepest darkest pits
Of my mind and soul
Where so much rage
So much sadness
And so much fear
Are hidden
I play with them for a while
We laugh and dance
Like good buddies
Until the Dark Queen shows up
She aproaches me
With her long dress
Her pitch black hair
And her devilish smile
Making me think to myself
'It's gonna be a fun night'
Memories get foggy
And the silence becomes unbearable
All the negativity
All the insecurities
All the demons
Come out to play
Out of the deepest darkest pits
Of my mind and soul
Where so much rage
So much sadness
And so much fear
Are hidden
I play with them for a while
We laugh and dance
Like good buddies
Until the Dark Queen shows up
She aproaches me
With her long dress
Her pitch black hair
And her devilish smile
Making me think to myself
'It's gonna be a fun night'
Literature
An Angel's Demon
I may be a demon,
I did come from hell,
I don't have a soul,
I have horror stories to tell.
In a world of darkness,
I'm nothing but a shade,
A shadow that's stepped on,
My best friend is a blade.
I crawled out of hell,
With bleeding palms and knees,
Heartlessness in tacked,
Like a killer disease .
I am the demon of sorrow,
Of lost hope and joy,
The ruler of anger,
What I touch I destroy.
I met a fallen angel,
Something I didn't expect,
So soft and beautiful,
I didn't know we'd connect.
I'll never go to heaven,
Yet her lips took me there,
I couldn't look away,
Mesmerized by her stare.
Her smile so elegant,
With eyes of
Literature
[I dare you to touch her and not get burnt]
i. In winter, I see her seethe under her breath:
flames of condensation flicker as broken words
are exhaled from parted lips,
smouldering slightly with roaring passion
that could scare melt the frost away.
ii. She won't meet my eyes.
Her expression corrupt by anger,
features concealed by depression's hands;
the cracks between fingers let her light seep through -
onwards and upwards - her gaze goes astray
and I say, let me see you, as you are.
yet she'll still shy away
from her true self (living a lie),
loathing the way she's breathing,
loathing the way she's dying more
with each day that passes by,
[she speaks, sometimes, of fights
Literature
Devil Within
I don't know what
I'm more afraid of,
the monsters
that are out there
or the voice in my head
telling me they are.
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Something dark but somewhat inspiring and even with a touch of romance.
Here's the sequel:The lover of the Dark Queen
Part 3: The Fall of the King
Part 4: The Nephilim
Here's the sequel:The lover of the Dark Queen
Part 3: The Fall of the King
Part 4: The Nephilim
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I like! off to read the series!