Mindful
They fuck with me
It's sadistic and ugly
I am no doll don't play with me
Running no longer, instead facing
Stalker, crazy, demonic entity maybe
Scar your name upon my skin
Tear apart my tissues to cry into
The twisted figure figures not
Too busy forcing self into thought
Beg not, nor plea for freedom
Accepting now that these are my demons
No longer care carelessly, rather seldom
Surf the streams to search and find
Can't be freed my mind confines two
Trapped in this cage with you
Sulking, angered, cursing my name
A beacon for pity
I'm done with this game
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