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A Machine for Pigs
I walk through a dark hallway
No hope
Just to spare
These inner demons that I fight
Asunder do I tear
As I fight this powertrip
It's tearing me apart
My bloodshot eyes see
Terrifying images
My fucked up mind
It can't think no more
My demons see me
My demons chase me
There is no light
Only my insanity
Walk through
This dark hallway
No hope
Just to spare
These inner demons that I fight
Asunder do I tear
As I fight this powertrip
It's tearing me apart
My bloodshot eyes see
Terrifying images
My fucked up mind
It can't think no more
My demons see me
My demons chase me
There is no light
Only my insanity
Walk through
This dark hallway
Published 30th Jun 2015
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30th Jun 2015 7:20am
30th Jun 2015 6:31pm
We all have our demons that haunt us, that taunt us to the point of despair. opening ourselves to our inner and darkest foes could be the only escape.. but what do I know. I'm just a fool.
I love this poem. Very well written.
I love this poem. Very well written.
