Surrounded by monsters,
Watching me burn alive on a constraining chair,
They wait as the fire climbs up my toes.
I scream, attempting to roll for freedom.
They hold me down right,
They hold me down tight.
They do not want to let me go.
I scream some more,
Until my lungs are sore,
Kicking and shouting until my flesh is torn.
I snap, catching my breath.
They fill me up with snakes and rodents,
Watching me as I fade away.
Smiling like little boys after finding some gold.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
