Escape into the night

Its almost my shipping day...

But yours is nowhere near,

The day has finally come that i shouldn't fear.

I follow my mother to the gate,

And the demons wait.

They pierce my heart with a flower,

and then they use me as their power.

I become their lunch,

for them to munch.

But you woudn't undertsnad,

the fear that lies within us.

Now hold my hand tight,

so we can escape into the night

This poem is about: 
Me
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