His eyes weren't the windows to his soul,

He didn't have a soul.

Instead they were the gateway to his inner darkness,

All of his emotions, which he dared not to show me,

All of his fears he never overcame

All of his dreams he never followed

He called me his light,

Saying I made him see, so clearly.

That I made him smile, so brightly,

That I made him cry so often,

Feel despair so frequently,

If only he knew,

I was his darkness.
And that I, was his demon.

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I wrote this a long time ago, and for some reason I really like it, do you guys too?

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Question of The Day: What makes you happy?

Me: Expressing myself without anyone judging me.