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It's a poem written out angst.

Submitted: July 20, 2018

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Submitted: July 20, 2018



Worms eat my brains,

Serpents crawl on my neck…

When will the festering

Gloom cease….

 I am tormented

By mortal wounds ….

I am weak and dilapidated…

Terrorized by the sin of despair….

The dark angel of gloom

Smiles at me maliciously….

Sharks grin their teeth at me…

Scorpions crawl on my legs….

I am hounded with

The vomit of my mind…..

 Disappointment is real….

The Devil has the

Last smile of glee…..

Why was I born in a womb…?

Why was I suckled on infant milk…?

The day is an obscure murderer ….

Night is the felony of a witch ….

When will I awake from

The tomb of night?

When will sanity return to me?


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