The Filth
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mikesnyderburn Let intrusion out
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New bipolar poem.

The Filth

By: Mike Snyderburn

Voices in my head Bleeding and bleeding My thoughts are first intrusive Then they are misleading

A welcoming not greeted A stay not warranted Leaves me with what’s left Leaves me with what should of been

Skull penetrated Brain let’s go Eyes roll back Depleting my soul

The filth The filth Possessing my aura Stimulates the pain They just want more of

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