In shadows deep, where secrets hide,
A demon lurks, deep inside.
Its whispers cold, like phantom breath,
A dance of darkness, a waltz with death.
Cloaked in doubts, and fears untold,
A tale of torment, silently unfolds.
The demon in me, a captive soul,
A silent scream, an endless toll.
Yet within this darkness, a flicker of light,
A battle waged, in the heart of night.
To conquer the demons, break free the chains,
Embrace the scars, where healing remains.
The demon in me, a wounded part,
Yet strength emerges, a work of art.
Through trials faced, in shadows we roam,
The demon in me finds its way back home.
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Very powerful beautiful poem!