A boy in black, teases me.
A monster, thrashes me.
A mother, blesses me.
And a dying soul, begs me.
I do remember all of it,
The farm, the witch's place, the pit,
Cruel heart, a brutish character,
Life's a stage, and I'm an underrated actor.
Hope a cluster,
End with nothing.
Grab a pencil, break it.
Darkness over me, can't take it.
Rise -
You'll gain nothing, if you disguise.
Hold me, control me,
Give me the chance,
And have a glance -
Over flaws, convey me.
No pace, slay me.
This is all I do -
I leave it upto you.
Thank me or not,
Believe me or not,
I'll change you, if you let me.
I live inside you, make me.
You'll be okay, you'll be fine.
You've just got to be mine.
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Chaotic Rhymes.
PoetrySometimes, you might write some junk, in the middle of the night. All you've got to do is, grab a pencil and a paper, and scribble. Who knows, one day, you might compile the bits, and name them as 'your work'. It's the result of the same actions. Wr...
