Poems from dmora
When times are bad, that darkness gains form
Its shadowy hands reach out
Bringing fear and coldness
I try to run, but there is no where...
What do you do when you can't speak?
How do you tell the world what you feel?
Though no one cares what you have to say
All there is...
When first seen
I strike fear
They say I'm a trouble maker
A girl with an attitude problem
Hangs with wrong crowd
A member of kings
But...
We live in a world
Consumed in greed and corruption
Where the streets
Are covered in crimson stains
Where children are no longer children...
He's in your head
Slowly turning all your thoughts
Into dark clouds
That rage a storm deep inside your soul
His cunning voice
Poisons all...