I need to Explode
I need to Breathe
I need to Kill
To Thrive
To Feed
But only as I look deep into my Mind
I can Stop Myself
Without Ropes
Or Vines
Without Cause
Or Effect
Or Death
Or Erect Thoughts
To keep my Mind at Bay
I can Murder in my Head
And slowly Slip Away
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Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me
PoetryThis is my very first collection of poems. All of these were brainstormed and made by me, the time and my mood differing for each. So if you'd like to take a little of your time to wander into Cabinets and take a peek, all of my apreciation goes to...