Cold-Blooded
There's a cage that's locked
There's no voices, just silence
Everything is so dark
For the mice not to figure out
There's no light, It's always night
But It's alright,
I can still breathe—
Rather fast
I can still see—
But It's dark and blurry
Except to feel;
I have no heart,
I have no skin,
I have no feet
But I'll be fine,
Hearing the lily vomit lies
- CYBI
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This may be connected to the preceding poetry cuz I made it at the same day...
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PoetryJust a compilation of totally not dark poems written by a very sane and totally mentally stable person
