'I dont feel so good'
As my teeth shatter,
'How are you doing?'
As I protect what's mine,
With slashes from the evil,
Feeling the venom engulfing my mind,
The snakes slithering in my every vein,
Making sure to mark their territory,
I have a fire in my eyes,
Not passionate, no;
Venomous, starving,
Burns, burns, burns
Fluttering butterfly's,
Make me bitter rather than sweet,
Extracting my will power instead of honey,
I bleed, I bleed for you, monster,
Isn't it enough?
Break, broken, Break, broken, broken,
I'm dying,
I'm dead, you fucking troll,
Your toll was my soul and its under the bed,
Scared shitless,
Hysterically crying out for you,
At what cost shall you leave me cold with your absence?
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
