The monster waits for me, as wait for it.
It is thinking of the right time to strike.
It will be calm and calculated, when it hits.
I won't see it coming.
I won't notice it at first.
But when it hits, it's gonna hurt like hell.
-I can't stop you from attacking, but I can fight my way through it.
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A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.
PoesíaThis is a tour of my psyche, my failures, my loves and my soul. These are my uncensored poetic thoughts.
