I am your swordarm
Your shadow...
She looked deep inside
where thoughts collide...
Probation, Prohibition
Blackballed cancerous sore...
The crucible brought the mercy
From the winds of the scouring ones...
WARNING: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents...
Bogyphobia is the fear of Bogeys or the bogeyman...
The strange, beautiful places that I go to are...
But to visit I will need a map well hidden under...
You said "Hey" I said "hi",
Who would've ever knew...
Be my/ spark.
Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches...
The hauntings of my past don't fade
They hide inside my mind...
You have a right to be saved..
Just because your broken doesn't mean anything...
I see him,
Looking back...
The sun is gone
the devil comes...