rising...A Poem by brianna vega
the daemons been let out
and now im raging feeling the cries from all who love me im battling my way out of hell each level i climb higher each floor stranger than before but im rising up climbing out shakin the ashes from my face and rising from the dirt i've been through the depths lived in the coldest places in hell inside my self i'ved rotted away each part of my self and fought against each wave
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Added on November 2, 2017 Last Updated on November 2, 2017 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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