My eyes are fitted
With demons
Crawling creepily around
Trying to grab my body
And crawl up
To reach my brain.
To soak inside
And construct a palace
Of their own
A corridor to stroll
With generations
Playing football
And basketball.
My mind's developing
A hostile palace
For generations of demons
To reside and play
And grow and destroy.
My mind's a home
To the creepy generation
As if they are not the branches
But the roots
Of my intellectual capacity.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
My eyes are fitted
With demons
Crawling creepily around
Trying to grab my body
And crawl up
To reach my brain.
To soak inside
And construct a palace
Of their own
A corridor to stroll
With generations
Playing football
And basketball.
My mind's developing
A hostile palace
For generations of demons
To reside and play
And grow and destroy.
My mind's a home
To the creepy generation
As if they are not the branches
But the roots
Of my intellectual capacity.
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