Lucas' Poetry...You Know You Love It.
POOR LITTLE PAWN


Searching, searching
Trying to find
Anything
That will ease my mind
From these voices
Locked in my head
Wanting everyone murdered
Wanting everything dead
Why won't they stop
Let me be
I'm cracking up
They control me
I am their pet
I do what they say
Every kill
In a different way
From every victim
I remove their eyes
Reminding me
I was their demise
I can't go on
The guilt is too great
As for my soul
To save is to late
They must be controlled
These voices in my head
Only that can happen
When I am dead
I must die
To kill the craving
Ending my many years
Of misbehaving


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