The enemy has haunts
The tiny pricks of needles at the delicate skin
Every syllable crawling in the skin
Unbearable
Intoxicating
Energy never disappears
It only takes another form
Sent to another source
Another output
The pain is never gone
Never to disapate
Hate always lingers
Peace requires war
SPEAK
HOLD IT IN
Ghosts of the past pour out
Never-ending
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Author:
SweetOdodoGrass43 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was inspired by a human that I have to stand. I see the cracks in his skin and how he fills the void with such toxic energy.
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