Kill my mind.
Now.
Kill it before it grows.
It wants to kill me.
You say killing my mind,
Will only kill me.
Do you think I care?
I'd rather die by my friends will,
Then let my mind turn me against them.
Kill me,
Kill me.
My mind won't save us,
Like I swore so long ago.
It only craves to kill us,
All of us.
Save me,
That isn't your job!
I told you to Kill me!
Do it.
Do it now.
Do it now!
-Me, 9/8
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
