Dark Poetry

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I'm not even a person anymore.

I'm an beast consumed by rage and regret.

These claws on my fingers tear into my skin as dark thoughts invade my mind.

That time of year has come again, damn the foul passages of time.

I don't know how to separate myself from my demons,

How sad it will be when my suffering is finally over.

Sad for you...

..but not for me