Jenny's Ghastly Halloween Poem

Edgar Allan, Eat Your Heart Out

TheWorldsOneFire
Crazy thoughts in my brain
torture me with intense pain
They drive me to the brink
I think I must see a shrink
Am I really that insane?
I just need some time to think
It's darkness I seek
for my thoughts to breed
with angst so real
I start to bleed.
As I lie in my bed
everywhere, I see red.
Satan whispers in my head.
Alas, my soul is dead.

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