I want to unchain this torturous strings
Strangling every hope I insist to have
In the life I thought I owned for a lifetime
But I was wrong, this life was never been mine
It is to the monsters whispering inside my mind
Chaining every part of me
Tainting my soul to black
Yet, even if they reside inside of me
I don't own them, they own me;
Every night they sing to me lullabies of hatred
Never letting me see the light the world offers
Those monsters will never stop taunting me
Until I learn to find a way to end this life.
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RandomWords form into sentences and form into verses then put together into poems. Poetry may be only seem that way. But in reality this collection of poems enables you to visit and wonder into the mind of the poet. Where you will dive into those words th...
