The End

The End

A Poem by Ana Day
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click.click.the world moves on

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In the end is death
we cannot beat what is to come.
I find myself face to face with my demons every night
I close my eyes and there they appear
bringing me shame and disgrace.
Tell me, how one escapes their demons?
because I really need too.
They tear me apart piece by piece to where I cant even move
I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm falling apart,
I'm in need of saving, 
save me please.

© 2019 Ana Day


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Loved it actually. Nah, you can't beat you demons, maybe someone's else but never your own ones. But over time you'll learn to co-exist.

Loved your piece of art

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on January 24, 2019
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