Claws of myself

Ripping tearing slashing
nailing my heart to the wall
throwing daggers
trying to make them stick
kicking my brains around the floor
smashing me guts with a brick
making my mind
stopping to tick
in the darkness of my soul
only the echos of my thoughts
keeping me company
screeming
shouting
scratching
whispering
begging for an end

the never ending night
the terrible gods that I see
all nothing
but pictures of me

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