I can't afford to get old
The devil I have to carry is bigger than I thought
Growing overwhelmingly on the back of my head
Feasting in the bottom of the dark
Consuming my entire rationality
Destroying what's left of my sanity
I just can't get it out
But are there any possible way to live without a head?
If not, I'd better be dead
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
