Goblin
All I see when i look at me is a goblin
A monster, an insatiable beast
A zombie with the urge to feast
I try to repress the hunger with gin
Or any other type of sin
But that only adds to the madness
Like Edgar i live in total darkness
My sanity is slowly slipping away
I've been like this forever and a day
I drift through day's in a heavy haze
I wish to be caught up in the happiness craze.
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