Suicidal Psycho Syndrome - Poem by Unic Cjonr
Wounded by the grudge.
Breaking the law.
Jury of the judged.
I can never be, what you want me to be.
Do you ever listen.
I choose to be free.
Burning in a circle of blisters.
Scarred by my bleeding.
My only love dies for a defend.
My love lies with my love for pain.
Suicidal psycho syndrome.
I am noosed with bloody hands.
I pose the rope to rose a chair.
Invitation brought forth to watch the slaughter.
The war crashes on your television screen.
Screaming for me to feel the pain.
Dreaming that my train has derailed.
But to no avail.
I have passed the test.
I have failed.
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