My Mind.

Not everything is as it seems.


7. My Mind

Sat in the darkness,
Pen scratching on paper, 
Ink staining the skin
Like cruel tattoos of the thoughts
Exploding from within. 

Killing the time away,
Murders of a wondering ponderer, 
Confusing eating away at the days
With teeth as sharp as knives, 
And there the bodies lay. 

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