What?!
I can hear its smut
I know its there that mangled mutt
Never showing itself is smart
Easy to be afraid of what
No longer scared, I know it can't touch
Closing my eyes waiting for a cut
Opening them to feel nothing
Still afraid, I can see it there
Made of hopelessness
And dispair
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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.
