Marks on your wrists seep out tar as you doze
All your organs stop, and your heart is froze
Red eyes open, and your blood goes cold
Inside your mind, you know you're being controlled
All the demons inside you play with your veins
Like a laborer, you're wrapped in chains
You've become a monster, or maybe that's what you've always been
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A Collection Of Rhymes
PoetryPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
