Terror I, My Eternal
Gone are the days past
Lazily gazing back
Symptoms of depression
Wash over my being
Sliding down the slide
Watching the past go by
Frozen by the haunted
Days far gone by
Mistakes for which
I have paid in gold
Silver in the mirror
Wrapped around
Demonic wounds
Is it fair to let go
Try to escape the pain
Rightfully deserved
Those I've harmed
Have I let go to soon
Terror I, my eternal
Torture flowing back
To those days I decided
To be monstrous
Talking like I believe
Should I bury myself
In a deep hole
Shoot myself
In the mouth
So I can talk
No more
Would this end
If I knew it wouldn't
Happen all over again
Doomed to repeated
Demonic rituals by
Those who haunt
My existence
Decay the mind
I do not mind
8/5/20 – Andy McRae
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