by The Writer   Feb 4, 2014

I hear them in my head
Filling my heart and soul with sorrow
Eating away at me
I'm already dead
But then I see the light
The light at the end of the tunnel
My hope
My demons get in the way
They keepe from my light
My sweet light
I fight
I try
But when the battles done
And the victor is crowned
All that will be left
Is a hollow shell


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