My holy place,
My one true home,
My kingdom,
My precious dome.
I can't let you in,
Because if I do,
It will burn to the ground,
And if you enter,
The holy grounds,
Then it's no longer special,
It's no longer sacred.
This is my place.
My home.
I cant let you take it from me.
I can't let you in,
For the taint will follow,
Because this is my home,
And I cant let you destroy it.
If you cross that line,
I can't do anything to stop the rage
That's held up inside,
I'll break the mask to pieces,
And the sickness will flow outwards.
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Sertraline
PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
