The Ickiest
Uneasy thoughts creep out of the sewer
Snarling muscle bound balls that suck the good parts of your soul
like black holes
(What am I tripping on)
Snakes creep out of my brain, down my neck and spine
Tying me up in vines
I try to pull away but no matter what they stay
Like a virus
Easy to forget but never rid of
I fight to keep them at bay
To my dismay
The fight will NEVER end
A worthy fight and I’ve got time to spend
On hacking away
Spirit tucked away
With light to expand out and save the day
But demons in disguise pour acid over
Feel like I need a four leaf clover
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