Petals In The Grass

Exercise My Mind

Chasing demons from my head
Being unsuccessful
They are here to stay
Sophisticated in their torment
Brillant in their lament
The executioner has come
Bringing death
To my shattered mind
No one to feel
No one to touch
My suffering
Naked feelings are cold
Isolation weeping alone
A cut, a burn
Brings back my reality


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