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The Creature


 

If only the daggers came from the outside

And not from some strange creature claiming “genetic predisposition”

That ravages inside the gray matter 

supposed to be becoming something great

But rather pressing self destruct beyond anyone’s control

 

The monster comes out by way of blood shot eyes

and empty stomach for days because the creature isn't hungry

Too busy inducing futile terror that causes my lungs to explode

but why do I even need to breathe anyway

Because that monster can breathe all on its own

 

But we can fix you they claim as they hand over the pills

Just a little rerouting and you'll be just fine

but they lie and forget that the monster never goes away

just screams a little quieter

still screaming

still screaming

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