Your friend grabs your heart
Rips it out of your chest
And stabs you in the back with the cold silver blade of a knife
You feel so alone
So vulnerable
With no one to help you
You feel what it is like to be betrayed and left to die
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Angel of Death
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Pieces of my mind
Other voices
Images in my head
Angel of Death
Inside my head
- SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND
- "The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life." By Robert Penn Warren
Quotes in my mind
"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life."
By Robert Penn Warren
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