Our nightmares
Show us something
It is something
That hides
In the darkest corner
Of our very existence
Of our very being
It is the monster
The one that chases us
That bites us
That claws us
That takes away
Everyone and everything
That we have ever loved
The monster
Is said to be
A simple dream
Nonexistent
But that is a lie
That monster
Is a part of us
It does what we wish
It acts upon our desires
And our fears
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Exposed: A Poetry Book
ŞiirThis is a book that is filled with the poems that I write. Whether they are depressing, angry, or flat out random, this is where they will end up.
