It's always lived inside of me
It fed on every hit
And when your hits cut deeper skin
The cage that held it split
A sickness with no treatment known
A pain without relief
A madness never really shown
The innocence was brief.
Destruction of a master piece
The demons crazy dance
The fire that will never freeze
I wont give it the chance
There isn't really a reason for
the sick I claim to be
But in my head there is a war
They never set me free
They whisper loudly in my ear
They tell me what is me
They mock and laugh at every tear
They stay till I can see
I see the sick beneath my eyes
I feel it in my skin
I smell it when my logic dies
Before I act the sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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