Free Style - Poem by josselyn marroquin
The alone warehouse where my madness creeps, is the only place the demons take control of me. Was the blood on the floor mine, or was my mind playing tricks on me again? No cuts on my scared body, but I get a thought that makes me worry "I killed them" I whisper. I know the difference between right and wrong, I think I'm crazy. What is this dark room, oh no I can't move… my heart pounds as I get scared, what's going on? I am afraid to hear.
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