Take my brain from me it hurts to much,
at this point it is just a broken crutch.
Now it feels dead to the nerves electrical touch,
please pull it out with a tight gripped clutch.
Rip it from the spinal strings message path,
take it, wash it, and give it an acid bath.
I can survive emptiness's defeating rath,
I will live in the head full of airs path.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2026 11:25
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Comments1
A well written poem of pain and a need for its removal. Well done
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