My body is and was destroyed.
My head is and was chaos.
My skin is and was pain.
My hand is and was the destroyer
My mind is and was the creator.
So forever shall my mind create so that the hand destroys myself.
Forever shall my hand destroy so that my skin feels only pain.
Forever shall my skin feel pain so that my head shan't escape chaos.
And forever shall my head be in chaos so that my body stays destroyed.
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Demons
PoezjaCompleted* "She hugged the grandparents she thought fond of, Not knowing she would be dragged through the rough. As her shelter left, the grandparents smiled Hiding their inner demented child." *** "When she closed her eyes and the darkness consumed...
