I have no hope anymore.
My monsters love the gore.
Now a puddle of blood on the floor.
That belongs to me.
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PoetryWhat monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
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I have no hope anymore.
My monsters love the gore.
Now a puddle of blood on the floor.
That belongs to me.
