There's nothing I could see.
Front or back
There's no where I could go.
Left or right
There's no where I could hide.
Here or there
There's nothing I could do.
All because
Of the
Beast
Inside
YOU ARE READING
My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
