Ravings of the Mad

Short Stories & Poetry


Demons

My room has become cold
And life is just old
Circles of pain and disgust
As demons fill me with lust

You were to be different
I thought you were real
Only to find, once again
My emotions, just your meal

Illusions of happiness
Illusions of love
Damn you,

Everyone

Brad Way

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