Demons and Angels
In the beauty of your eyes, I see the chaos that created them
In the softness of your voice, I hear the fury that muted you
In the velvet of your skin, I feel the roughness that was beaten into you
Despite the gentleness of your soul, it's surrounded by the callousness of your mind
Warm heart with an ice cold wall
An outlet for pleasure and magnet for pain
Crafted by the angels and destroyed by the demons
Copyright © Nyasia Shrader | Year Posted 2023
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