A red pain that burns my skin so hot,
I yelp and want it to stop. Then it creeps up,
further in. I allow it. The red is all across by
now. It consumes me whole and the pain is
only but a scrape. The red is clear as day as I
escape it and then alas- I am finally healed and
freed.
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The Thoughts
PoetryThis is the truth:-Darkness-Lies-Hate-Corruptness Only the truest meaning to get out and away from those things is to face your inner thoughts and the truth!*Brady Bullington's second phenomenal poetry book!!!*
