This poem is just something I wrote out of boredom about some of my personal demons. The girl I refer to in the poem is me.
Roses fall to the platform of death.
Thorns prick at my fingers.
Angel in the dark;
Demons take her soul.
All alone in the place
She calls home…
Forgotten;
Unknown.
Trapped like a spider in
It’s own web.
Ice cold;
Forgotten;
Unknown.
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