My mind shouts and suffers every time
I fall to the ground; I feel all alone.
My organs bleed as I load the life
of vices to save worthless memories,
at times of prone.
I shut my ever-wandering eyes
and their voices inside my head
got louder and louder,
screaming for a phone.
I crawl inside the earth to hide from these colourful hideous monsters who try to trap me for my jawbone.
They cut open my chest to watch my beating heart
and they find it is missing.
I am sorry to disappoint you, clown.
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