I will have only one to talk,
I promise that won't be me,
Because if I admit that alone I walk,
I will get depressed and too thinky.
Funny how I always see light,
When He goes to sleep mode,
I could crack all these, I might,
Like to enter slaughter mode.
But he doesn't like when I do,
Doesn't like what I do,
True, maybe the sight of blood,
Is too much for you...
I could also just break some bones,
Test your joints with a chair or a table,
But I think that I'm alone,
To find that acceptable.
No I promise I won't get bloody,
But I can talk about it right ?
No i wanna stay pleaseeee
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Prose and poetry
PoesíaProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
