My Poem ,The Demons Cometh
I wrote this when i was 17 (into ozzy ect) and grounded from anything secular (for an entire year) by my TBN obsessed, newly saved parents! Imagine it, if you will with a metallic influence!!!!
The Demons Cometh
Frustration...
Duration.....
Anticipation.....
knowing- I'll never be free...
Hating...
Waiting....
Burning and yearning.....
yearning-TO BE-me
They reach out with their cold dark hands
Tearing away at my soul
They're Scratching/Biting
I'm Hiding, I'm fighting...
I'm runnin, but there's no place to GO
The Lord chooses the foolish things of this world to shame the wise.
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