Gravestones and Great times

Hello there, little warrior boy

Are you getting lonely?

Cheer for the saints,

It's the demons who own thee.

Fall up and bare arms,

Against king's of decree.

Learn how to let go,

And not how to bleed.

Gravestone and Great times,

Can't get to us now.

Voiceless mutters a Sirens cry.

As i'm sure you'll find out.

Anti-venom and angels wings 

Cause little but pain.

Sword bites and sharp things,

Aren't the only ones that sting. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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