Introspection


They say "Son, you're much too young.
Of the horrors you could know none."
But what they are unaware
Is that I sit in quiet despair
For when the stars begin to show
And the moon is on the rise
There is terror behind my eyes
Who knew what I would find
When I journeyed inside my mind
I found something hidden there
A power beyond compare
I sought to use it for my gain
But it's fruits harvest only pain
My heart and soul are torn asunder
My only option is surrender
Of this beast that I've released
Will I ever be free
Maybe when I am deceased
Or maybe not for eternity

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