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Brianna Oct 2018
Death soon joined her on her magnificent journey.
Not the death of others, but her own ****** death.
Her body is still there but her heart and soul aren't.
They are missing along the treacherous path.
Amongst the demons and devils walking along.
They've played a clever game of hide and go seek.
As they hide her broken heart and freshly darkened soul,
One hiding in some foreign land underneath the ruins,
The other hiding within the body of an innocent man.
Not sure about this one. Feedback would be great guys.
Brianna Sep 2018
How do you tell someone it's okay
When they die more every day?
Bit by bit and piece by piece
Shes torn apart by wild beasts.
Feasting on her heart and soul
Breaking the warrior sent to destroy.
She was supposed to slay them
But ended up being slain.
Brianna Sep 2018
I don't much like the darkness.
It brings out the worst in people
Because they think the world can't see.
I'm past my breaking point.
My nightmares make it hard to sleep.
My stomach hurts when I try to eat.
I'm not sick, no, it's much worse.
I've literally lost my mind.
Trying to place the pieces
Of what's left of my broken heart
Back into the slots they go,
But it's impossible.
I'm to far gone.
Brianna Sep 2018
Love is the madness that arises inside
When you see someone phenomenal.
Hate is the feeling that consumes you
In darkness when the world cumbles.
Us as humans have many emotions
They can take over if you aren't stable.
Find someone who balances all these
And who endures pain along with you.
Brianna Sep 2018
She's a prisoner
Locked deep within the darkness.
Not many see that side of her
But those that do often freight.
She's dark like midnight without the moon.
She's a beast in the wild surrounded by blood.
That's why she's a prisoner
Locked deep within my head.
Brianna Sep 2018
The devil isn't a man who lives in hell wearing horns of fire.
He's a man with a beautiful smile and words of confidence.
He plays these games deep within your mind.
He leaves you lying in the ruins battered, bruised.
With nothing but your own self pity to dwell on.
This devil I speak of is more than one man.
He lives on within many men; tearing apart innocent souls.
Beware of the man with a beautiful smile.
For he may to be the devil in his horrible disguise.
Brianna Sep 2018
Tell her monster, are you happy now?
Somewhere in the dark,
In some foreign land,
You left her alone to fend for herself.
I want to raise her spirits
But that's nearly impossible.
The damage you've done is written
Within the shallows of her heart.
She can't be awaken from her slumber
Not without the words from others.
No one ever comes.
Just me left to fight a war
Within a woman whose broken.
Cages, traps, demons lurk in the depth.
She speaks of you in sorrow.
In her words I then felt pain.
The monster you are broke
A loving innocent soul.
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