No One

The Precious Demon’s Flight

Copyright, No One

with forty five degrees behind it,
i watch it as it rips my flesh
close my eyes to see the pain
and watch it bleed through silky mesh

the cotton paper falls beneith me
showing me the wicked river
flowing to the ground below me
trickling off the edge,i quiver

dreams i had have gone astray
hope for something helpfull dying
self esteem has gone away
and there is just no use in trying

here i lay myself to sleep
in darkness and in light
the precious demon flys away
and i am over with this fight

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