My mind, once sound, now shattered,
A fractured soul that's long been battered.
My thoughts, like twisted vines, entwine,
And darkness clouds my heart and mind.
My screams, they echo through the halls,
A symphony of madness calls.
They play their games with twisted glee,
And revel in my agony.
They take my pain and make it art,
A masterpiece born from my shattered heart.
My madness now their greatest work,
A twisted legacy, a haunting smirk.
As I scream and writhe in pain,
They revel in my insane refrain.
And though I long to end this plight,
My screams will never reach the shore tonight.
For my madness is now their masterpiece,
A haunting symphony that will not cease.
And I am but a pawn in their game,
A broken soul, forever insane.
25.02.2023 - 23:50
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Poetry
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