It's all very dark
My mind that is
These thoughts of mine
Certainly don't shine
They hide in the dark
Scare away monsters
Because my monsters are worse
Not the kind that kidnap your child
Or steal your purse
The kind that wiggle their way into your head
And once they're in you're as good as dead
So now I shall say what I came here to tell
Honestly, it was more fun in hell.
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The End Of The RoadPoetry
Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...