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The demons taking over a soul.


Sometimes I just get so caught up in my thoughts that it gets tough to get out I feel like someone's dragging me on floor And my whole blood is drained My clothes are torned My muscles get tightened and my mouth gets zipped up This strange feeling starts to swallow my gut, Takes me to another world where it's all dark And my soul feels burdened with horrifying demons, My head gets heavy and I just feel so dizzy That I trip and trip and trip and then finally fall onto the ground The ground that soaks in my whole body Leaving behind only the black decomposed matter of my body. Weird hallucinations haunt me everyday, Like Van Gogh's painting I am gaining the fame of unwanted demons, Like the burnt slice of bread my body is useless and tasteless, Like this lavish earth, my soul is beautified by the Jems of sins, The corrupted bloos in my veins becomes an unwanted pain, Like an alien's head my veins are all dried up, What am I? Where am I? What do I belong to? All these creatures haunting me to death….
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