Break Free
Spiked by needles, veins at thrash - They want to break free just for one day - Demons which stalks, the matter is none, where and to i walk - Poisoned by the grey of a shadow - I feel them even when the wind blows - As my darkness breaks, i will never be the set - The one which includes free, as the leaves presented by a tree - Fear i do, when i stare to the sky - Forgiveness will not rain my way - The day of death will begin when i die
poem by Unic Cjonr
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