A poem about: When the days are coldAnd the cards all…

When the days are coldAnd the cards all foldAnd the saints we see are all made of goldWhen your dreams all failAnd the ones we hailAre the worst of all, and the blood's run staleI wanna hide the truthI wanna shelter youBut with the beast insideThere's nowhere we can hideNo matter what we breedWe still are made of greedThis is my kingdom comeThis is my kingdom comeWhen you feel my heat, look into my eyesIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideDon't get too close, it's dark insideIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideAt the curtain's callIt's the last of allWhen the lights fade out, all the sinners crawlSo they dug your graveAnd the masqueradeWill come calling out at the mess you've madeDon't wanna let you downBut I am hell-boundThough this is all for youDon't wanna hide the truthNo matter what we breedWe still are made of greedThis is my kingdom comeThis is my kingdom comeWhen you feel my heat, look into my eyesIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideDon't get too close, it's dark insideIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideThey say it's what you makeI say it's up to fateIt's woven in my soulI need to let you goYour eyes, they shine so brightI wanna save that lightI can't escape this nowUnless you show me howWhen you feel my heat, look into my eyesIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideDon't get too close, it's dark insideIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hide

In shadows deep where secrets lie,
The winter's breath is a chilling sigh.
The saints are gold, but feigned and frail,
Dreams turn to dust, hearts to pale.

Behind each mask, a darkness swirls,
A kingdom built from tarnished pearls.
We wander lost, where demons bide,
In hollow places they reside.

I long to shield you from the night,
Yet in my core, beasts claim their right.
Though souls are bound by threads of greed,
Hope's fragile light we still must heed.

When flames consume and truth confides,
Past veils of fear, let courage guide.
For in those eyes where shadows glide,
It's where my demons hide, they hide.

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In shadows deep where secrets lie, The winter's breath is a chilling sigh. The saints are gold, but feigned and frail, Dreams turn to dust, hearts to pale. Behind each mask, a darkness swirls, A kingdom built from tarnished pearls. We wander lost, where demons bide, In hollow places they reside. I long to shield you from the night, Yet in my core, beasts claim their right. Though souls are bound by threads of greed, Hope's fragile light we still must heed. When flames consume and truth confides, Past veils of fear, let courage guide. For in those eyes where shadows glide, It's where my demons hide, they hide.