Wolfie Scott

Rookie - 7 Points (Hell)

'A Mess' - Poem by Wolfie Scott

I bite my tongue holding back the tears.
Watching my inner demon as tho looking into a funhouse in all its mirrors.
They all come out and catch me off guard I just gave up it wasn't that hard.
They all rush upon me ripping open my flesh wiping there faces then leaving the mess.
Now knowing that it was all fake just me loosing my sanity.
Slowly loosing my grip of reality.

Topic(s) of this poem: Death

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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