Dwelling within me,
Lies a spirit in madness,
Devising a theory,
to escape the sadness,
of a tortured soul,
with a lot of holes.
Wanting destruction and craving move,
I close off its thoughts like an ornate door
Shallow but deep,
His words start to seep.
Losing his friends,
he has learned to fend.
Crawling in the depths of a hate filled mind,
Always looking at the streets behind.
Sitting on a bench in a dark park,
He has always had to hear the dog bark...
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