Let me rest in peace
When death comes knocking Ill be the first in line. I dserve what I have coming so Ill gladly accept mine
I have many demons, at night they invade my dreams. They come from me past, a time that was dark, and unclean
These things I despertly want to talk about, I need to get them off my chest! I have no one to talk to, no one who’ld understand, so for now inside they remain unable to rest
These poems are my only way to gain temporary relief. My hope is that for alittle while I can get this haunt up out of me
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