The Wicked Thing
this wicked thing that breaks all the rules and slips into your
DNA strand
that holds onto you with all it's might till you give up and lose the fight
this wicked thing was me once but can slip into you and you and you.
this wicked thing is a twisted maze with danger waiting when you turn the page
it's in you want it out but no matter how much you scream and shout the wicked thing
will not get out.
the wicked thing is not a simple thing of cells and synapses and neurotransmitters. It
is the mind going mad till your sick of it and you put the gun to your head then it's
lights out. the wicked thing has stopped n but so have you. just something to think about
when the wicked thing seeks you out
Copyright © Tifarrah Miller | Year Posted 2009
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