My Disease
By DarkestOnyx
Do you understand what I mean?
I'm sick of the things you forced
me to be.
You shouldn’t have crossed that line
You always were
blind
You're a darkness in me
A sickness no one can see
Inside my heart
I have to cut it out
You're a disease
my attempts begot
A slipping sliding creature invading my every thought
I wont let you continue to do these things to me
I wont become what
you want me to be.
Cool steel
Will heal
The places
you left to bleed
With your greed
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Copyright 2011 DarkestOnyx
Published on Sunday, April 24, 2011.
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"Poetry"