Your sword vs my pen - A Demon Inside

The virgin untouched
In the corner unloved-
The purest and poorest soul.
To touch is to love,
But it crumbles to dust,
And ashes that float on alone.

(There is no more perfect tragedy than life)

A ghost, she walks through empty rooms,
Seeking saviours in their tombs.
A demon in her fragile arms,
A devil made from evil charms.
A helpless, hopeless face of sorrow,
Clinging to the pain,
With blood in her hair and mud in her eyes
Left stinging from the rain.

“It must have been the first time-
it was the only time.”

A word from the misery kids-
“This game has no end xxx”
The harder you try
The worse it hurts
When you fail.
“And you will fail.”

Your sword vs my pen

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