Creatures

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I feel the monsters

Crawling under my skin

Leaving red marks

On my dead body

That withers like

A spring flower

Of a single colour

Of a single thought

Lost in the mess

I call my mind

Full of blank canvases

Always forgetting

Who I used to be

Who I used to know

Like finding the different star

In all the different places

Just one is right

But still missing

Missing something I miss

Finding only dread

Eating me inside

Destroying from all

Dimensions

Drinking my dry blood

Which drips from my

Eyes are watching me

My every move

Never be free

What you see

Only a shadow

Hiding the creatures.

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