demon

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demon

this habit is starting to get old, at least thats what i've been told, the pain is the only thing i have, my body is the only thing this demon has, but this blade is my only weapon for it, like the treat in the ouners hand when he says sit, this blade is my demons criptonight, i just hope i dont go to deep tonight, i feel the blade go in and the demon and part of my soal leeking out, smoken and drinken till i pass out, if thats not how i got this demon then how?, when i realized what happened all i could was say wow, all the sins i comitted, this demons has me submitted, now i am a slave to this demon, my boby's scard my mind's beaten, i just feel so..... oh shit the demon i gotta go......

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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