WHAT’S BECOME OF ME?
What have I done?
Better yet, what have I become?
Knuckles bare and bloody,
I struggle against the air of uncertainty,
Grasping hold of the proverbial cage,
Animalistic screams of furious rage,
Bound by shackles,
The demon cackles,
Tempts me with the keys to my face,
His vile smile such a contradictory disgrace.
I cannot talk,
I cannot walk,
Only spew a meaningless draw,
And no longer stand, only crawl.
I’m just a skeleton of who I use to be,
Such a sight you wouldn’t want to see,
The animal that’s become of me…
-brad
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