Something stands behind you
Blood comes dripping down
Blessings of the hatred
Falling to the ground
Looking for the demon
Chasing you it lurks
Bathing in the nonsenseÂ
It says it doesn’t hurt
Paths that lead to nowhere
Leave no tracks behind
Darkness folds beyond you
you struggle to survive
In the darkness binds you
A great and savage fear
No one else shall find you
As long as it is here
You grasp for you’re own sanity
In which you only see behind
A shadow of you’re enemy
A shape in which you recognize
It follows tracks endlessly
never tired from the chase
No matter what it keeps it’s pace
Just a step behind you
Another poem I wrote trying to make up for the last didn’t think it was good enough… Hope you like it something in me compelled me to write it not truly sure if this is really even any better.
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Quality of something that comes from the heart cannot be truly judged.
Because to label it anything other than the feelings it invokes is to limit oneself.