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Monster

Born into constant pain
Life holds no treasures for me
The rose colored glasses are broken
And darkness is all I see
The sting of retribution at arm’s length
Ready to dig into the flesh
Sorrow a companion never lost
Whispers the serenity of death
Ridicule a constant song
Sung by family and friends
Leads me to the neurosis
Where madmen meet their ends
No flowers were placed on my grave
No songs were played for me
To send me on my merry way
Where they all wanted me to be


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Written by xmar82
Published | Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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