my unborn talent creeps through
the cracks of my fist
as i type these lost words
that cannot be dismissed
they disappear on this place
the world wide web
and some of the things
are left better unsaid
the anger that i keep
all bottled inside
is it better to release
or better to hide
darkness devours my spirit
and takes it in it's bowels
making everything
seem so disgustingly foul
recycled to leave me
in a continuous cycle
it's enough to drive
this scitzo psycho
take me away
from this nasty addiction
for hell's sake
make me my own prison You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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