The Demons Of The Darkness Will Tremble

I always knew her as the ‘let go girl’

As she would walk away without a care,

There were times she would simply vanish

And I would never have any idea of where.

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I always knew her as the ‘hold on too long girl’

She would forgive your errors time and time again,

I’ve seen her bury her hurtful emotions for you

Never to divulge her heartbreaking pain.

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She was a lover of simplicity, preferring simple things

Wandering through her days in blissful ignorance,

I could see she would do anything to disbelieve

She would shrug her shoulders at your indifference.

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She was a lover of all the forgotten people

You may not have realised this back then,

They are still sitting lost within her heart

Knowing that she’d never forsaken her friends.

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I can vividly remember her as a small child

Gleefully jumping in a pile of freshly raked leaves,

Her giggles and smile would light up the world

A golden ray of sunshine while she still believes.

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I’d watch her as she caught lightning bugs at dusk

Racing around her front yard, chasing for hours,

Never bored when playing amongst nature

And she always wore a beautiful crown of flowers.

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Then there were the days she’d ride her bike

Pretending all the world could see her race,

She would practically fly down the high hills

While the biggest smile would grace her face.

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All these glorious memories where from a time

A time before life showed her all it’s ugliness,

One day she was sailing excitingly through life

And then the next it all turned into a sorry mess.

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Then came the days of pain and hurtful sorrow

Her laughter gone, instead she shed her tears,

Thoroughly soaking her pillow on a nightly basis

Unfairness and sacrifices the cause of her fears.

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I can remember so much from the years before

And I believe at times she remembers too,

Is it that she no longer believes in happiness

Or does she now believe only pain is true?

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I’ve always known her as an old soul

From the first glance into her beautiful eyes,

She now wears her broken bones and scars

Proudly on show, she refuses to ever hide.

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She only allows you to see her authentic self

As you need to learn the origin of the word pain,

It originated from her wounded bloody heart

As she allows you to see bruises and bloodstains.

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She carries so many stories and tales inside

Depending on the tale, be it beautiful or sad,

At times she would happily read them to me

And she’d weave through all the good and bad.

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You were lucky if you gained her love

She’d crumble herself to pieces for you,

Even if you didn’t return this feeling

She’d still put up a fight for you too.

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It’s been hard not to believe in her, love her

I think she has angels weeping in her Soul,

She doesn’t allow you to see any of this

As she wants you to believe she is whole.

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It has been many years since I last saw her

But the years will never change her purity,

Life will try to beat her down, again and again

Her bleeding heart will always be her security.

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One thing I’ll never forget, her last words to me

They will forever send a shiver down my spine,

I can thank this Universe that it was she who spoke

As I wouldn’t want to take these words as mine.

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She stood tall, while looking me in the eyes

“I became the blade that failed to execute me,

And I have seen the demons of the darkness

Allowing them to also see me, in all my glory

It is these demons that will forever tremble

Whenever they hear my name or my story.”

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