Body of a man, mind of a beast.
A living being that needs to be ceased.
Love,
death,
immortality.
All things you seek,
But to wield them, you're far too weak.
A cacophony of sorrow,
Anguish at what may lay on the morrow.
A perfectly composed symphony of rage,
An orchestra you just wish would fade.
Thoughts so disorganized,
not sure what lay before your eyes,
whether it's a friend that's oh so sweet,
or an injury to pain you for weeks.
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