My eyes are burning
My vision blurring
My knuckles are hurting
My head poundingBetween sobs
I glance at the door
LockedI am a monster
Chained with my anger
I put myself here
For this is what I deserveThe ceiling, the walls
The room gets cold
I put myself here
At least I can bearI didn't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
But what if
There's no choiceSo I put myself here
Because I'm a monster
Who was once a saintI don't wanna kill
So I choose to die
Because that's my only choice
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cacophony: a poetry collection
שיריםhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...