Warning : This poem contains mentally disturbing words or events.

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Running through the thorns
Can't abide your norms
Waiting for the flashlight
Which makes me bright.

Hearing a loud hitting noise,
My mind fills with grimace,
You showed your player ace,
I ended up in a mental race.

I want to scream through my lung
Thinking of your venomous hug
Your sweet words were my drug
You gave me the hopes to hang

You again made my beliefs high
You rendered me a life, to fly
Now I got wings to carress the sky
But i fell for your ploy of sly.

Woke up panting in the night,
Inner demons eating me up tonight,
Tears in my eyes were drought,
My brain and heart were my fright.

Plenty knifes of yours slit my throat,
Everyday of mine becomes a threat,
wanting a happy life and peace ,
Is it too much , a dream at ease?

No. I'm not gonna die any soon
Not because of your poisonous goon.
Contently I will die at a happy noon.
I'll live alone like a happy moon.

At the end your soul will rot in anguish
For not being a human with heart.

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