I try my best but every smile is killing me,
I'll never be the same, I'll tell you for sure.
It's driving me nutscrazyinsane,
I can’t help but hit my head on the floor.
The blood that flows through me,
It's tainted with impurity the essence of you.
The agony that I go through every day,
It's unreal but it is very true.
I wonder when the hurting will end,
It's driving me nutscrazyinsane.
I'll tell you for sure, I'll never be the same,
I need a cure for this nutscrazypain.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoezjaThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
