I keep fucking with my head
Like I'm a surgeon
Who needs a lobotomy
Your hands are all tied
Behind your backs
Cos you're all spineless invertebrates
I'm not a lab rat
I dont want to be tested
It's up to me to deal with that
To coax my thoughts
Into something beautiful
When tragedy is all that has befallen before
To try and salvage my mind
When my hands are shaking
Like a clock that's ticked past 60
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
