The Flush
Thoughtless acts sets my
self chosen pain;
Never existed in our world,
nothing to gain..
Settled in thy youth of
which been misused;
Over calamity moments,
but a mild excuse..
In which I observed and
experienced the wicked;
Noticed the agony, dispair
I was sickened..
Thoughts that conflicted of
wanting a change;
Examining the mind, I
wanted to arrange..
Experiment concluded in my own
fluid I was satisfied;
Glanced in the reflection,
a demon I saw and feeling petrified..
Voices uncommon and
visions are dim;
Betrayed my emotions,
creations of a sin...
Shadows that lurk, glare that
ticker of fear;
The Flush in my body
which caused them to appear...
The names I given and
classified the horde;
Overwhelms my soul,
of a demon of sort...
The Flush is my creation and
punishment of my affliction..
I think Im ready for my extinction...
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