Category : Poems

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I'm constantly dealing with the demons who dwell inside my head
Who tell me the world would be better off if i was dead
If and when they finally gain control all i can see is red
Eventually when i come too I'm chained to this metal bed
A doctor walks in amd attempts to stick a needle in my eye
As soon a s i realize what he's doing i put up a fight
He then calls in the men in white
Who inject the medicine in my arm
The room begins spinning and everything grows dark
The last thing i hear is a whisper in my ear
Goodnight we'll make you all alright