There are monsters in my head
Roaming around, pounding on the walls. Trying to escape.
They invade my mind and corrupt every part.
They don't sleep. They never quiet.
They're prisoners in a cage. Trapped forever in my thoughts.
Chains holding them captive
They're scared to leave their isolation.
They're in total solitude.
They are blinded by the dark
There are monsters that are scared in my head.
They tremble and shake.
They cry and weep.
Held hostage in my mind.
They look gruesome.
But it's just an illusion
They don't know anything but destruction
They touch and break.
They are broken.
There are broken monsters in my head.
Each one suffering from a different past.
Haunting them. Haunting their every action.
They want to heal but they can't.
The damage is seeping through their bones. They can't be fixed.
Insanity scarring then one by one.
But they can't die.
They are forever there.
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Wasteland
PuisiThings you'd throw in the garbage. In a wasteland. To rip until death. And that's okay.
