The UnknownsA Poem by a schizophrenic writerThe claws dug through his chest, Their mouths took care of the rest. They ate through his skin, They made him pay for his sins. The blood and the gore, They took the meat off his bones. Until there was no more. Now he fell victim to the unknowns.
© 2014 a schizophrenic writerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthora schizophrenic writerAboutI mostly write depressing poems but I'm also working on a book about a young man with schizophrenia and his struggles. more..Writing
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