My Story

Mar 01, 2022

My Story

My story always ends the same.
In the end, I'm just a name.
A player on the bench,
a carcass's rotting stench.
The angel on the ground.
A scream without a sound.
My life has always been
about enemies from within.
Grin
after grin,
after grin.
The day is done.
I've died tenfold.
I firmly wrap myself around
the night's dark-cold.
My story always ends the same.
In the corner of her room
lies a teddy bear bearing my name.

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