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Poetry

A song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.

Soon

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by Burning_Sea

by Burning_Sea

Soon I'm going to leave
Soon I'm not gonna exist

The scent of blood
Fills my nostrils

The salt of tears
Lingers in my mouth

The cries of agony
Ring in my ears

For its insanity
Nothing more

Nothing less
My blood warm

My blood trickling down my arm
My tears running down my face

The thunder crashes

BOOM

The lightning strikes
Just above me

Signaling a transformation
One so hideous

One so ugly
One so horrible

One no one
Should be around

Because
It's a monster

And it will be uncaged
Soon