Lunar Phantom


the demon


She left me for what
I can not say
She left me for shit
I did not say
The demon has manipulated
The ghosts around
The demon has stolen names
Dante is what it said
But he was truly
The demon within
A fallen angel
By the name of xaphan
A love of fire
Has left me to suspect
Since I don't like
Italien poets
I hate the cold
Bring fire to me heart
A love of fire
Not for destruction
Fire brings life
As fast as it takes it away
But id rather set fire
To those I hate
These nightmares are nothing
When your by my side
But thes past few dreams
Have killed me inside
I hate the fact
He knows more of me then you
But it helps
When I am angered
The power I gain
A bliss
From the abyss...
This monster...
Has finally been named...

Submitted: Saturday, January 22, 2011
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