Pain - Poem by Elysia Palmer
A tall statue of beauty. A man with tatered red wings and only covered by a ripped black cloth. His body sliced from head to toe. He is scard with everything that builds up behind everyone's shell. He usually attacks when he's least expected. He cons you into trusting him then turns and makes all your fears reality. Whether it be emotional or physical blood pours from the wounds that he can always see.
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