The monster whispers a deafening whisper
And my eyes go blinding blind and bleak
I have become an effigy standing in cold
I see alot of people around but I'm alone
I never knew darkness as this before
Inside out it's ripping me and tearing apart
Breaking the light, disbanding all the colors
Colors I've known and colors I never knew
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
