Brain through a mincer, turned into mush.
Heart impaled with knives, just one tiny push.
Thoughts cut with razors, mind a bloody mess.
Memories hammered with nails, a damaging caress.
Armour stabbed with needles, burnt with a flame.
Bruised with split knuckles, cut with a blade.
Damaged beyond repair, entirely mad.
Completely insane, not just a little sad.
Terribly real emotions, such a false world.
Leaving it forever... My new home is hell.
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Dead Heart Beating
PoezieMy thoughts put in writing and poetry. Dark, depressing and just a little mad...