The Inner Deamon

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all of your fear,

sealed with a tear,

all of your love,

sealed where there is no hope.

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You no longer wanna drop tears,

but you don't wanna forget the fears.

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how can you live with that deamon,

that doesn't let you see or hope freedom.

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Dark in your mind, lurking in your sanity,

Sleeping with your dreams, tearing your reality.

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you no longer wanna close your eyes,

like an endless and useless strugle you fight,

but sooner or later you'll see the lies,

and go back to the horrible scenes at your sight.

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there's no hope,

there's no dream,

there's just strugle,

to try to be a better being.

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By ME

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si estas leyendo esto, gracias por leer mis poemas....

este poema en particular en una combinacion de dos de mis mejores poemas

(nothing in particular y oath to pain, fear, blah blah) y de cambios y

mejoras para el concurso al que lo mande...

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if ur reading this, thx for reading my poems....

this poem in particular is a combination of two of my best poems (nothing

in particular and oath to pain, fear, blah blah) and of changes and

improvements that where made for the contest i sent it to...