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Jun 2019
In my head

I found a question
Lying on my bed
I found the answer
Deep inside my head
But I chose to leave it instead

Instead I chose to feed
I fed
I ate the guts inside my head
Leaving my thoughts
Leaving them dead
And understanding
The color
Of red

******* the ****** remains
From the pores
I understood a little more

Nothing more to matter
A ***** i was to flatter

Though that night I engulfed my thoughts
The hole began to clot
And I lost all I had wrought
Hell would await my trot

I climbed the spiky, thorny steps
Each one tearing my tendons less
And the less I bled
The more blood was shed
Killing my friend
I fed

Far ahead
I found
Under some sound
The sound of demons screeching

Now
Tell me I’m insane to think
This world is great and
I’m unique

I’m the same manure as all
An ugly ****** troll
A spawn from below

A bellow to many a fellow
Written by
Brendan Hicks
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