That thing in my ribcage
That wild piece of flesh
Which wages war with my blood
That hollow in my chest
That void in my stomach
Creating chaos I cannot control
That weary look of mine
That urge to risk it all
Gone is my sanity into the night
Thursday, April 13, 2017
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