Crooked

I'm Crooked
There's no way denying it
It's as if a neon lit
Despite all that I fought

Rising from eyes
Are not pitiful cries
They're my anger
My blood, deathbringer

Black holes next to my nose
Two lines of blood under it
Don't come, don't come that close
Only thing I think about is to hit

In the End, depite of my rage
I'm still just a rat in a cage
Would be easy to release me
But I tell you: you don't want to see

I turn around without any light
Everything I scratch, I bite
It's sane, I think
That way I don't sink

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Yeah, crooked and written awfully, I know. But forgive me, I didn't have any sleep in thirty hours.

Good night.