Twisted Dreams - Poem by Christopher Biddle
I open my heart & pour out what bleeds,
My mind f$%ked up with all these twisted dreams.
Demons callin me, my soul it fights
My mind, it separates but my hand still writes.
Hear me now these words I scream,
Nothin has changed in my life it seems.
No one cares or even remembers me,
Until you feel my pain & enter my insantity
Come to me, children of the nite, I taste the words you feed
Open your soul, & feel what I bleed
I'm still alone, & trapped inside, So enter my hell so I'll never die....
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