Demons have our throats.
Voids in soul-
Glitches intricately do divide
Each to our own.
Who does follow you behind?
Are they dead or alive?
Do you choose to loose you're ghosts?
Or seek the haunting that reeps behind?
I'll cut yours-
Will you take away mine?
Fill the voids,
I seek to define.
Lets fight our demons,
Together we will no longer hide.
Our souls and minds
Equally can combine,
In search for truths of given times-
With new beginnings
We shall compose,
Life lived in truth ever in search of youth!
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