The monster left a while ago,
The end of his terrible reign,
I blocked him from the cave so
then he came into my brain.
He strolled into my sleeping mind,
I saw him in my dreams.
My monster, harsh and sad and kind,
He'd broken in, it seems.
And still this threat follows me,
The monster I thought I'd slain,
Came to the cave to swallow me,
But came into my brain.
Sitting on my shoulder,
As vocal as a mime.
Though we are both much older now,
Im sure we'll meet... In time
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PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
