There are parts of me that come out
Like monsters in the night
But monsters through the day
There are parts of me I let grow
That ice over themselves and choke me
Like bats in a cave
Like spider webs in a corner
And those parts of me I feel them grow cruel
Like reading a dictionary
Like it's beyond my vocabulary
For there are things of me I never knew
Like what happens when you lock a child in the dark
Like what happens when you free a lion of captivity
Starved dazed and confused
Maybe I'm becoming something much more sinister than I imagined
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RandomJust some scraps i wrote when i was young, dumb and bored. A lot of it is just super cynical, and it's easy to differentiate between the old ones and newer ones. None should be too taken seriously, as they are dug from old notebooks and deep in a d...
