I look into a starry sky, mind space is in a decline
these clawing words scratching to be released
In time
gnawing at my soul, they biting,
To them it's a feast
I can hear them crying, wailing, these amazingly horrid beasts
they in control of my being, a puppet, diseased
They need to save me, they want this feelings released
in tandem moving, to these healing pages they flee
the negativity magnetically dispersing, it's positively unlocked
i now have the key, emotions boiling
this becomes it's scroll, it's a decree
words flowing in waves of wonder,
happiness, i'm smiling
flowing with glee
this is the words that i married, a match made in heaven
i feel,
without them, i would have been curse, on my knees
praying for my life to be scythed , the grim reaper
By the one....
They call me