I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice I heard decay
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
The sweetest price
He'll have to pay
The day the whole world
Went away..
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Twisted Poem
PoetryThese poems are my deep thoughts of reality. Please enjoy. Read carefully
