The misery slugs are back again
They seem to be my only friends
They coat you in a misery goo
Then steal the soul inside of you
Misery slugs are here to stay
They won't leave me, no not today
I fear they will always be with me
And I'll never be set free
YOU ARE READING
The brain is a machine
PoesiaThe brain is a machine when fed creativity Let it paint us a picture
