The birth of light
Through the darkest depths of my heartThrough the lightless tunnels of my soul
The demons of my weakness
The shame that is I
The emotion that was mined
With the devils sweet wine
The borderless, reckless freedom
With my hand in every hollow
In every conceivable shade of black
I have forced myself into
I found refuge, comfort
My Demons as my friend
And my heart of hate
These tunnels of my soul
Birth I gave unto
My priceless stones of light
My search in the darkness
The devils I set free
My demons have succumb
For the light I am now
Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-26 at 08:11
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