Strange sounds disturb my sleep,
Dark shadows have been following me.
Sharp claws keep tapping my shoulder,
Don't turn around or else it's over.
Follow the straight white line,
Red herrings will get you left behind.
Don't bother asking questions,
Or trouble yourself making guesses.
The answer is never where it claims to be,
You won't find it in stars or bright moon beams.
Dark water will pull at your soul,
And your lost mind will soon be in tow.
This is what happens when you bow to the King,
Now your moral mind will never be freed.
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Unveiled: You Don't Know Me
PoetryThis is my poem book of anger and other things that I don't normally share with others. This is not a side I usually show, but I need to get it out somehow, so I'm sharing it through poetry. ***WARNING: These writings contain strong language and ma...
