Torn in between these walls but the monster's in my head want inside
Now they're under my bed waiting for me on the outside
Thoughts that cross my mind
The ones that aren't mine
It's got me twisted
My heart is racing
Foul mouthed
I'm collapsing
The fire is spinning
Around inside my head
My insides are twisting
Crawling in my bed
What was there has been warped
Those behind the mirror are warned
It's already raining
The ceiling is caving
My soul is still aching
I'm afraid of what I'm craving
If I could only take back what has me addicted
But it's too late because I'm already twisted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jennie, such a great write👍👍👍