going through my mind like a Manchester haunting
screaming at my peak
which made me look weak
petty cruel intentions
I’m the master of my own devices and inventions
chaos anguish blood
and still, people treat me like shoe crud
Plan the Pain
Let it Rain
Keep the bloodstain
It's a battle scar it's not a shame
See me how I am
not how I was
Looking at me like a slaughtered lamb
all the reasons but just one answer because
So many sighs
And no replies
Have urges that are going unfulfilled
and I have been billed
Ramblings of a mad lady?
That is too shady
Let me vent and scream
I'm tired of a bad dream
No escape for the weak and weary
only a peak of the insane and dreary
©2008 - 2021 By M. Robbins
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