The Good Monster

running fast from the fight,
cold wind againts my cheeks,
falling over old branches,
smokes fills the musk night
little laughs seems to sneak
blood dripping from scared lashes
1 and 2 and 3 and 4!
step by step roar by roar!
muscles burst,bones break
teeth gasp, the air chokes,
never had its fill, never change its time
living for nothing is its only crime
tides change but waves always flows
tired of fighting tired of being protray, tired of lies ,tired of smut
so now my light shall beam
in the end i try to defeat
this deamon that stay inside of me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
battle between two in ones self

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