Demons Lodge here too

This brain is far from empty,

For my demons lodge here too.

This body's getting heavy.

This soul's ready for the tomb.

My body is a shell.

a husk of what once was,

My mind makes lodge in hell,

Surounded by my own blood.

This poem is about: 
My country


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