I am a hate breed.
I function when you hate me.
I am a cold rush.
I awake when you give your cold touch.
I'll dance, I'll sing, and I'll cry
But you won't save me.
I am the monkey.
I sit in my cage, bewildered.
I am everything.
I fail to suffer; I fail to exist.
I danced, I sang, and I cried.
Who dare uses me?
- Author: Noah ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2017 03:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
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