What Wll I I Be
Words of wisdom a poet decision.
A slave to the day but at night I am free.
Living a life of eternal division.
Still I am clearing a path soul burn beyond the third degree
Walking dead but at night a wove is what I am bond to be.
A day walker and also a night beast.
Claws and fangs each night the pain increased.
In the end what will I be.
Voices screaming in my head pick me! pick me!
A slave by day but my rage-full at night.
Blood thirsty hunting for a prey to bite.
Skin frozen heart colder than ice.
My words slice through bones a spoken knife.
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