What is it that twists my brain?
Crumples,
Squishes,
And wraps it in chains?
It's strings attached to the heart.
Hanging,
Dripping,
A priceless work of art.
And then the claws come in
Slashing,
Ripping,
Severing the strings within.
A single piece of string left
Desperate,
Thinning,
The heart roaring in distress.
The snap of the string.
Falling,
Falling,
Into the abyss that is forever darkening.
But before the snap there was,
Fear,
Anger,
And a birth of a monster.
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
