Unic Cjonr

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Scarred Down To My Precisions - Poem by Unic Cjonr

Tunnelling without the sight.

Burrowing with a vision.

Scarred right down to my precisions.

My tears.

My pain.

My fears.


Sanity washed with vanity.

Against the walls of my head.

I pray.

I say.

My way.

Why am I not dead.

I dream with freaks.

I scream inside my dreams.

My madness becomes my sadness.

I am dammed.

I am cursed.

I am reborn.

I am demon worn.

With corn as horns.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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