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My Body
My hands is where it starts
The heat of the fire
Ignited there
My fingers betrayed me
Now with a mind
Of their own
They torment me
Driving me insane
Slowly
My heart starts to race
A speed my body isn’t
Prepared for
My blood runs everywhere
With a temperature
Way too high
They torture me
Crippling my movements
Immediately
...Friday 4th May 2018 12:50 am
Insomniac?
I rely on sleep
It’s the only thing
To keep thoughts at bay
Hours when my mind
Releases its grip
That strangles my sanity
Now, in its own
Sick and twisted way
Keeps sleep at bay
My mind is evolving
Tightening its grip
And slaughtering my sanity
Thursday 3rd May 2018 1:03 pm
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