Sam Bateman

A Scream Within

Copyright Sam Bateman

She scratches at my skull,
her screams a piercing shrill,
i ache for her escape,
but her sharpness is a thrill.
Fun or not , i hate her,
this fucking evil whore,
i’ve ground away my will,
i cannot win this war.
my tears fall as black ice,
i tear away my flesh,
i need to let her out,
before i clean up all this mess.
The mirror paints no picture,
as the light begins to fade,
she won our silent battles
and my grave she dug, she made.


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