rising...

rising...

A Poem by brianna vega

the daemons been let out
and now im raging
feeling the cries from all who love me
im battling my way out of hell
each level i climb higher
each floor stranger than before
but im rising up
climbing out
shakin the ashes from my face and rising from the dirt
i've been through the depths 
lived in the coldest places in hell inside my self
i'ved rotted away each part of my self and fought against each wave

© 2017 brianna vega


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Added on November 2, 2017
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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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i need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..

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A Poem by brianna vega





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