Demons Kind of devels Ghosts of hell Controling the bell Drugged, undercover the soul of whisperers Black angel with dark blue Real astonish eyes
Sun rises , he's gone Sun goes , he's here Timeless Searching special blood From people slained rudely That's his awful way To show emotions The glory of respect
It's all from my imagination ! Sorry because all my poems are like this (about demons and killing , ......)