My treacherous aura sends cold shivers down your spine, anger, the irreparably broken faucet in me
I'm numb to self-inflicted pain, and at night I fear no monsters for a legion of them puppeteer me
Literal chains are trivial for my soul is facing time, Uh! Sinister voices have my ears and control my intentions
A tough cookie and hard to delimit, I'm a mystery to both you and me.
My sanity is your insanity, and agony nurtures pleasure within.
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Author:
Pat Malone (
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- Category: Reflection
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