Part Of The Story Of It

Poem By Candice Renae Williams

Deep within my brain
I search for something inhumain
Underneath my memory
It should have a certain quality
Insane though I may be
I still believe what it will show to me
How I know this
Relates to an answer I can not miss
Horrow dwells in there
And I tells people to beware
I may unlock something
You did not want to see
But if you don’t believe in nothing
It won't only bother me!

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