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Prince of Darkness
You try to trick
You try to play
But I told you
I won't let you stay.
In my head
You've made a home
Constantly screaming and
Finding space to roam.
Playing on repeat
Every reel I cannot stand
Scenes of trauma, the
Torture of your own brand.
I said go away
Told you I'll break,
It only gets worse
When I lie awake.
So I'll take your tools
And take away your space.
Ending it ...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 9:33 pm
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