Satans PillowA Poem by Y.F.If you like long sentences, this one is for you!
This bed of nails, in which I lay
my thoughts before I sleep; a cradle of emotions rocked by devils and black sheep, assembled from the finest wood that one might find in hell, it burns so gracefully as I retract into my shell, of fears which I've forgotten long before I could remember, what it is that turns a man from captive into savior, and what it means to be myself, my hopes, my goals, my dreams; I'd hate to say I've lost my way - I've never seen the schemes, for this dark maze I'm running through, for I was promised cheese; I've been eating mold for years now may I please have it? Please? I've kept my end, I've sacrificed, I've given all I had, and in return I'm left for dead, for I was driven mad. © 2012 Y.F.Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 21, 2011 Last Updated on March 11, 2012 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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