Style
The emotions inside me, Never to show
Like plant, They continue to grow,
Around the corner, The monsters are lurking
Sipping on my soul, They just keep slurping
Filling it with hate, Draining my life
Like two magnets pulling my hand to the knife
Cowering away from the monsters and demons
All these strange creatures just look like heathens
Goblins and goons, The snaps and the booms
Crawling around in the rooms of my mind
Demons are heckling, Sounds are echoing
These calls and strange urges just keep beckoning
The voices and the anger and pain
Are bunched in my mind keeping me from being sane
In my shoes? You couldn't walk a mile,
Because for me? Insanity's the only thing in style.
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