Poisoness thoughts, engraved into my head. Choking, gripping my lungs, taking a life! It takes me, breaks me, rebuilds me, repeat! Evil begon, evil begon...bring me back a life I once known. Mirror shows none, mirror shows the truth of what lies inside the ooze of blackness that consumes my soul. Let their be truth in my words, let their be light to this darkness. Let thy burn, I've burned, I've been scarred. Heal my wounds but do not touch. Wary me young one, eyes are deceiving, your mind is a liar. Deceitful, piece of shit. Unleashed hell upon me, I've died, I've been reborn, I've been tortured over and over and fucking over. Death is a bastard of beauty and realism. Life is a beauty of hatred and the fake. We're all dead, we're all dying, we're all fucking dead.
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PoetryThis book is going to be set up in a certain way. The chapters of every title are going to be what I express my thoughts on, whether it's in poem form or just talking about it. I own everything in this story and I hope you enjoy ^_^
