poetry
it lies at the bottom of
bottles of bitter wine dead on the floor
it whispers from its hiding place
on the edge of the dirty razor blade in the bathroom cabinet
it walks into the house
just as your lover walks out on you
and
it holds your hand
when all you were reaching for
was a straw
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Stephen Tee c2008
here i am between the great white walls,
where i stand alone again,
stained in red still not dead,
nor am i sold to the devil found inside of me,
its getting cold, now i have found a destiny.
blacking out, I’m not backing down
and still the demon’s talking to me.
“theres no reason here,
give your life up to me,
she is gone not yours to have,
so give it up, your all alone”
i understand your point of view,
but is there another way?
“I am your demon!
I am your reason!
I’ll be closer to god than you’ll ever be.”
No,
I’ll live today and see the morning light,
I’ll follow the night to see the world ahead of me,
Get back in, as i clean the walls again.
Work Of Jeff Wong “PhoenixTheory”
