Dark fight
Demon hauls
Silent Loud screams
Unheard screams
Echoes of a silent dark room
My demons
Lark
Inside my dark mind
Trapped in my sanity
Piercing screams
Seeking refuge
Refuge from my fears
These demons
Never let it rest
I'm loosing
Loosing it all
Already evident
From these aching dreams
That never fade away
Cherrished suffering
Sweet feeling of pain
Burry me underneath
My grave
Already dug grave
Dark grave
Painted with unheard whispers
That's
When they win
When I rest it all
When I step back
When I let them win
When I stop punching back
That's when I die.
Copyright © Jeremiah Wekesa | Year Posted 2024
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