Would you look at what I've become?
A broken chord too distorted to be sung.
Lack of all traits, master of none
The bones of my rage twisting to something inhuman.
My nails point like a knife
Plucking the truth from my eyes
Peeling my skin until it's buried inside
Pray to the devil it won't take me by surprise.
I beg it to bring a ladle of purifier potion to my mouth,
The rotten reflection escalating my desperate sounds,
Have a mirror's transparency gag me and bound
And purge all excess putrescent flesh out.
From the burden of my stomach and upper arms,
Layers of my waist that trigger such alarms,
Thus I let it contort my spine to reach that far
So I can bloom like a daisy, revolting with charm.
It devours and devours as my reigning scheme
To eradicate my monster's regime.
Plunge right into my heart and crush all the disease,
Then the devil pockets my soul for the power I deserve, I shall unleash.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Thơ ca"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
