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Apr 2015
In search of a figments of my imagination.
CapturedΒ  by the shadows of the dead.
Afraid to go out into the dark & search
Β for the monsters seeking to discover the untold secrets of my soul.
As much as I try not to allow them in,
The more their blades cut deeper into my skin
Leaving the blood dripping with a story to tell.

I call out to my angel,but the more I do.
The more she fails to reach out & ****** me out of the fire, I try to escape,but the more I do the more my flesh slowly depletes.

Is this the End of me or is my innocence being,
Traded for sinister powers to destroy everything around me.

A new creation has rising from the ashes of pain,
With an army of, just 2 souls. In one body.
Deceiving the Humans to thinks it's only Human,when truly it isn't.

Im just another soul searching for happiness.
#Thoughts #Fabricated #Deep
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