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Trough Pain, Through Hate,
I Gave Birth To A Demon.
He Slashes At My Mind,
Thrashes At My Soul.
He Be-friends My Enemies,
Be-Enemies My Friends.
He Wants Nothing More Than To Hurt,
My Friends,
My Family.
He Pulls Me From All I Know,
Leaves Me With Lonlyness.
Through Pain,
Through Hate,
I Gave Birth To A Demon.
His Name Is Kronn.
giving birth to your demons is easy to do
when theres nothing to hold back the anger
and mistrust that grows , it makes things
worse or better depending on how you look at it.
i got this from your poem and liked it a lot
....... whats with all the sad poems huh y no happy poems ?
I think we keep creating these demons are whole life, but some are created by others. What perticular demon are you referring to or are you rreferring to someone else?