hideous need smiled at me
craving my pain, it desired
insulting cave I felt it in my strength
powerless seduction, I felt weak
caressing my dark I thought to rise
dressed in black cloaking my hurt
with a wild eyed expression I spy death
fighting his guile I realize I was powerful
justifying my path
it may seem fruitless to some
but needful in my view
sanctity in the ache, I resolve I would not bow
wrestling my demons I succeed to fight
taking its breath away with my passion to live
greeting the sour with the sweet
until it relent
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Summary:
death, life, fight
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