I've become a monster.
A fiend.
One that can't control his actions,
Thoughts.
It's rather frightening how things can
Change as fast as a bolt of lightning
Strikes.
What I must do,
For other people's sakes,
It is necessary.
Yet, all I can say is:
I'm sorry...
Everytime I read your poetry I get goose bumps. You should seriously consider publishing them!
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