It is scribbling my skin
It takes alot to stop sanity from slipping away
Unlike others, it's objective isn't to scare me
Neither am I afraid of it
It just is painful to not explode like a balloon overfilled
With this torment trapped inside of me
Bearing agony inside my nerves
Is worse than getting killed
Yet, it is exciting to see what its limit is
How far could it go before tearing me
At what extent anguish will be unbearable
And once it is unbearable what level would be proceeded next
Because I really am sure death is definitely not end of it
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Poets Love Their Fate!
PoetryA collection of poetry and poems, written passively... Did you check the book just because you liked the its cover? Don't worry, you won't regret.
