I dine on nightmares, richly fed,
Lie in pools of tears upon my bed;
The taste of sulphur on my tongue,
With mother hanging 'round my neck...
Though I know her love can't save me
From these demons in my head.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2019 21:37
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
delicious, but with a caustic aftertaste... ..
Wonderful write, may those demons soon be dismissed.
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