They ask me if I'm fine
They ask if Im fine
so I nod and walk on
The beasts inside
they rip and roar
They howl a mournful song
and I just walk along
Their sad, sad song
I begin to sing along
And the beasties roar on
Over and over their roars and howls
Rip me up, from inside out
I find a blade
I find a way
hot tears burn my face
No im not fine
this was on a different account i had
This poem is about:
Me