Graham Jones


The Darkest Hour. - Poem by Graham Jones

As I lay here in the darkness
I bleed from inside out
My lips don't move a muscle
Though inside I scream and shout

Mixed emotions begin to stir within
Love, hate, revenge I see
And for every blow my demons take
I lose a piece of flesh from me

These demons fight within my soul
Who will be the first to die
Will I find the haven that I seek
Or accept the reapers scythe.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006



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