Real monsters would never take a life,
They'll cut open you and poke a piece,
Steal a piece, crumble a piece,
They don't take lives,
they ruin them.
They'll break a piece inside of you,
And hope you'll live an eternity.
So you'll drown in the pain, the pain, pain,
But you'll never reach the end.
That's what terror is,
To live with it, talk with it,
See with it, live with it.
Real monsters would never take a life.
- TLS
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
