The Need
Its the need
that they feed
when you bleed
they succeed
You hurt with the pain
they inherit the gain
You hide under bed
wishing you were dead
the nightmare is fed
as You begin to lose your soul
your senses grow dull
you can feel the pull
they soon will control
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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