Right now,
I'm in the mood for some sadistic writing;
It's been a while I let him play.
The problem of letting him out, is that,
He's difficult to control.
I know he's just being nice,
Because he wants my body.
Funny part's, he knows, I know;
Still doesn't change much.
I need him, just as much as he needs my body.
Every time I let him out,
It's a fight to maintain my sanity.
You tell me which is worse,
The fact that I still let him play?
Or the fact that you think I'm lying?
I'd give you an answer;
Don't pick a door,
You don't want to find out what's on the other end.
Shhhh....
Quiet now, he's coming.
The thunderclaps you hear,
Are his chains pulling on the ground.
Listen carefully to what I'm about to say;
Run!
Run as fast as your heartbeat can carry you.
When the music starts playing,
I can't stop him from dancing.
And believe me, he knows how to.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoezieA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"