Keep me sane
Force me away
Locked up right
Dissect my brain
I don't say
Give me a good fright
accept rain
Don't refrain
Lock it up right
Kill me with propane
Blood goes down the drain
And by the way
I'm in so much pain
I slip away
Death has taken me with a fight
I wane
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The Journey
PoetryWhat about poetry do you not understand, to the point you need a description?
