I fight but I fail,
I’m tortured from within.
I bite at my nails,
and slash through my skin.
I have to bleed,
and watch as it drains.
The evil seed,
Growing through my veins.
It won’t cease,
Till it chokes my heart.
I’m a masterpiece,
Of the devils art.
I am a slave,
damned to my plight.
I lay in my grave,
and die every night.
I keep bending,
waiting to break.
I keep pretending,
It’s gone when I awake.
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Words from the Mouth of Midnight
Poetry(Mostly)All the dark and creepy poems that spill out of my mind, and everything else midnight inspires.