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My Demons Why don't I hear your voice no more
Thou art so beautiful and poise, they bore
Holes in my heart to fill it with buds
Those cracks held together by the bloomed studs
Where have you gone now, I'm lone
They told me not to listen to you, they detest us both to the bone
You became distant, in my darkness no one there to calm
But Your sound was there, could repair any harm
Let's build our Eden and become entwined
Where I'm the queen, all my demons combined
They praise my worth and never insult
My demons taught me life, by embracing my scars, they too felt
My pain, they walked me through the rain
Without thinking or wanting any gain
They were there for me when times were hard
They protected me from all the harmful tard.
~D.H.A.C.H.U.
surreal poetry
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