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Ignore the grammar and spelling, I'm tired!
The coalescence of evil,
where the good man stands alone.
Although his appearance isn't all it seems
his true integrity isn't shown
Then along she came
persuasion was his key
as she strode into the world
as he awaited she
She soon grew weary
she felt something never felt before,
but for her it was now too late,
she has to face her fate once more.
She clambered away as far she she could
as a plan he began to create
she couldn't escape despite all her tries
the escape that would seal her fate
and on top of her body
no escape from the pain
a faceless figure appears or so she thought
until her mind blacks out again
She will prevail,
herself is the only person she blames,
why, why does she feel so different,
the flashbacks and memories drive her insane
She will arise from the enticing coma,
she will stand tall and fight her fears,
the shadow won't catch up anymore,
even if it takes all her years.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
What! Em! Wow, you write so well! It's absolutely beautiful! I love your language! Do share more! <3
~Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
"And so I grew from colt to stallion
As wild and as reckless as thunder over the land.
Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind.
Flying? There were times I believed I could."