The Slayer
Midsummer afternoon
of all things broken
right at your door
I guess It's a guy thing
but is a scent of a woman
I'm always judged
as the last frontier
aboard this wagon train
it's a inferno with 5 voices
stranded into this madness
But the mirror always carries 2 faces
frighted by some but always embraced by many
to a never ending war
struggled from within
this darkness
poem by Shai Cherry
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