Reality

You ate the moon, 

Stealing the light out of my sky

It's dark inside and outside,

And I'm stumbling across the ground

The wind shakes the drees

And the branches reached for me,

I was ensnared in the lies,

Of a million years,

Caught and can't escape,

You're in front of me,

Behind me.

To my left and to my right, 

A cackle of cruelty,

A sadistic mist in the night,

My vision is stolen from me,

As I hear the panting,

The excited noises for food

I feel the teeth

Of the cold truth

Pierce my stomach

And tear me open

My tragedies, disparities, and hidden memories,

Fall out, onto the ground

Crawling, into his mouth

This poem is about: 
Me

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