There's a monster
Beneath my skin
It hides in my soul
Its name rhymes with fear
It never lets me go
Its claws and teeth
sharpens with my bones
Collecting debris of my hurt
My happiness an unwritten memoir
Rejoicing in the debris of my soul.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
There's a monster beneath my skin
There's a monster
Beneath my skin
It hides in my soul
Its name rhymes with fear
It never lets me go
Its claws and teeth
sharpens with my bones
Collecting debris of my hurt
My happiness an unwritten memoir
Rejoicing in the debris of my soul.