So this makes me seem extremly morbid which sucks bceause I'd like to think im the exact opposite, but yet again, here is a poem from a book (the same one I beleive.) and it was a dark kind of book, so, anyways, hopefully I'm not tooooooo strange....
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Caged like a bird,
the truth is absurd.
A pet weilded by a master,
slaughtered, & whipped, forced to go faster.
The metal bars hold you captive, binding you to a trap,
Putting you in a maze that can never be adaptive, laced in a lab, sealed in the griftwrap.
Escaping brings horriable torture, having pain is ultimate knowledge.
Experiancing the abuse of a scorcher, seeking help from that of a knife edge.
The nightmare treads on, cliuding your dreams,
Awaiting the hope from a never ending dawn, wishing that someone out there heard the screams.
The only way to get out, know the ending is near,
Fighting against everyones doubt, the hope is always red, never clear.
YOU ARE READING
Some Poems...
PuisiSo I was told to share my awesomeness with the world, and so I shall. I'll dedicate "chapters" to the respective person they are about.
