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foxes : Part 3
Sunset lies or used to in her eyes,
and I was the death to become
not even realizing
how her abuse
was buried so deep,
I became a demon,
wasn't even trying
to come up to breathe
It wasn't fair to
this princess....
I'm too tired
to breathe.
A vocalist
loses his voice.
I'm the graffiti
forever scrambled
to the pain of this.
I have nothing
but these voices
of my demons,
I need my death,
the scattering
of such leaves,
Tell me a story
of how it ends....
I'll never be happy
as the branch snaps
and the corner of
shadows,
of a wish not greeted
I was too young
and abused
that actions
can be damned
and especially me
and I was selfish.....
I'm too tired
for this here...
I've been
exploitative
and became
exploitation
of my own father,
but worse
my own mother
so hurts
just a kid.
A good man,
and sweet kid
unlike me.
Mother paid
so dearly
but not of
my wishes
A monster
here.
I hopped into
the worse
of the here &
I'll pay
for my heresy
and doubt
and the loving
of the dead
ignites
into
a dead diner
and a hostel
never the finer.....
Do you wish
to see my demons,
if only they knew
the worse of me.
I can't control them,
my personality
instinctively changes
into them
a defense
mechanism
I think.
The end of the line,
there was no justice
in the playground there,
the local catholic priest
the bastard's dead here...
And replaced
with more monsters....
And I became
not much more
than their less
of humanity.
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RGH Poetry
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