We are called beast,
rogue species built from humanity and imagination.
We live in the folds of reality,
and strive in dreams.
We're children of light, and nightmares.
We are not beast in ourselves,
but what insanity creates from us.
We have anxiety,
we hold pressure,
we feel tears,
we live on hurt.
We're creation,
dreams you always want,
things you'll always need,
we're beings of feelings.
We're warriors at heart,
and animals at will,
we strive for what you hold.
And capture creation,
we laugh at fear,
and hold each other's life dearly.
Just something (The poem) I wrote 2 years ago, and I just made some random picture of a girl I was writing about, from one of my books. She looked alot like this, and the poem was mostly about her life and feelings. Yeah, hope you like it.
