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Nov 2013
A monster lounges in my head.
A corpse beneath my skeleton.
A stench beneath my flesh.
Rotten and disturbed. Poltergeist.

The clouds have gathered and the
stars are blackness. The nothingness of
space empties this void. Senseless.
A bitter cold that burns up the time.

I have crossed the line, ******* up my mind.
Despairing in the trap once again I am faithless.
I never struggled because I never even tried.
It's ok. I'll write a poem. I'll confess it.

My blacks crackle and drag.
Scratching, scaring, scarring, stop.

The world is not mine anymore.
It belongs to those who care.
Of me? I'll accept this because
I really do love my little sister

no matter what she'd do.
Written by
David Byars
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