[First Post] 13
Many moons have lived and died,
since my imagination played.
Back to a time I had a soul, that
a theif has now taken away..
If only lfe were perfect, if my
soul were only free.
Where lived not, a demon. By the
name of addiction,with his sharp
teeth piercing me.
It blinds me from all but
temptation, careful not to let me
Slowly it steals, a life that I
love, and all that matters to me.
This wrath I do not wish on a
After suffering it's ruthless
You see sometimes even an army of
your loved ones,will fail to pull
it from your back..
Cast out because of my weakness,
treated like I'm a demon too...
Still in the dark shadow of your
judgement, I warn I'm a diversion
There are many demons among us,
laying in wait before taking
They've been tasting your sin
hoping it will ripen,from the day
that you are born.
should you fall prey as I have,
ambushed in my weakest hour.
then pray to your god,that your
demon should lack the strenght of
ADAM CLARKE ROBERTS