These selfish desires,
They clog my arteries,
Make me a monster.
They keep me up at night,
Knowing my selfish heart
Will be the end,
The end of all.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoesíaThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
Greed
These selfish desires,
They clog my arteries,
Make me a monster.
They keep me up at night,
Knowing my selfish heart
Will be the end,
The end of all.
