Made into something I am not,
Another cancerous feeling thought,
Dealing with more than I can handle,
Everything is burning like a candle.
Those who feel alone,
Hear my words and know,
Evermore I am more than alone.
Finding the lost feeling,
Oh god how I am dying,
Outside it is sunny,
Lost on the inside with rain.
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Poetry From Arkham
Thoughts in the form of poetry. They come from beyond and behind the wall of sleep. Letting loose the evils inside my brain infecting you.
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