Memoirs Chapter – 8

You can’t think

You can’t blink

Your legs are shaking
Your hands are trembling
You’re trying to breathe
But you always plead
Is it you
Or is it me
The one staring
Back as us
He’s always grinning
He’s always cheering
For either to fall
So he can call
Your heart is pounding
Like a wolf howling
You feel the chill
With every feel
Let me take control
And you will find
That I’m the solution
To all your fights
Hand me the reins
Of your scurvy veins
For you’re too uptight
For something so delight…


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