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
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
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 , ......)
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