When will it stop
Scratching at the floor as your drug from the top
Scream all you want
Everyone's screaming the same haunt
All becoming gaunt
On and on
Up and down goes your bog
Ending as high as the stars
Or sinks your cogs
One by one
Falling apart
Then your done
Stops your heart
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Thin Skin Poetry Renditions By Domingo Perez
PoetrySharing the struggle I have with myself, seeing things in the dark, some of the poems are towards those entities. Endless thoughts, like white noise that I can't turn off.
