The lullabies are all but gone
Their songs of painful cries
It stretches now upon its bed
And opens up its eyes
Alone inside the darkened cave
Its home of feast and death
Their bodies once adorned the walls
But now there's nothing left
The silence starts to drive it mad
It hates to be alone
Its hunger pains are getting worse
It rushes from its home
It killed so many long ago
But now wants even more
It wakes again, and now it hunts
More hungry than before...
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Inside The Horrible Mind Of Morgan.
PoesiaJust what it's like inside my head. Don't read it you don't want to. I really am just sick and tired of everything and the only way I can escape this hellhole most call life is through writing. So welcome to my darkside. Most of these are mine, bu...
