They killed him
They killed Laverne
Everything that was uttered in the mind that was a raging typhoon
They doubted him
They didn't even look at him
Everyone craved the shell of what Laverne used to be
Something that he would never be again
So Laverne needed to feel something
He did everything and anything to win the war against his mind and closet door
His throat bled with the evil words snaking in his throat
In the distance there was a glint in the sun
Hope?
Fear?
Whatever it was, he went running
There in the corner of his closeted mind was
A knife
He knew how to use it
And he did
They killed him
They killed Laverne
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Fight Your Demons
PoëziePoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
