I dream of a fight with a great beast, a beast with vicious intent as it picks its teeth with the bones of the damned. I stare down the massive beast as saliva drips from its teeth, as the beasts large red eyes turn in my direction. I know it's a fight I can't win. The best I can do is cage the beast that's in my head.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
