Evil Little Creatures
By H i d e
Indigenous to my brain Come the bringers of pain The evil little creatures With nasty little features Poking at my mind As if trying to bind That sense of disparity Past all of the clarity Arid is the space in my head Where they lay, waiting in bed Until I break the silence And bring on their violence They make me do bad things And create the irittatings But they are the core Of what I deplore I can't fight them Or terminate them They will always be there Ready to tear The evil little creatures That ravage my mindAnother just for fun one ~_^ Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 02:32 AM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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"Indigenous to my brain..."