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Lost it
I lost it
Regression
Laying in bed
She became friends
With the demon in her head
His name is Jim
Occasionally
He bashes frantically
Violently loving
He whispers so sweetly
I will kill you, eventually
For now, we play card games
Watching movies
While being groovy
She know's he's waiting
Maybe there friendship
Will keep him changing
She's at peace
Dying is easy
Do serial killers cry
Regression
Laying in bed
She became friends
With the demon in her head
His name is Jim
Occasionally
He bashes frantically
Violently loving
He whispers so sweetly
I will kill you, eventually
For now, we play card games
Watching movies
While being groovy
She know's he's waiting
Maybe there friendship
Will keep him changing
She's at peace
Dying is easy
Do serial killers cry
Published 10th Mar 2016
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usually no...they do not.....this poem is so true on so many levels....letting our demons slowly take over till we succumb to them.
10th Mar 2016 10:01am
