Stranger

It’s poison
In a bottle
In my body
In my frame

It’s a bullet
That tears my skin
Rips my world
Tips my aim

A mad disease
A swollen pox
That hits me quickly
Then runs away

A drive-by shooting
Leaves me raging
A stranger staging
All in gray

An ugly monster
Screaming banshee
Puddle of mush
I cannot be

Hours later
Back in my sane
The poison gone
All just a dream

Can’t erase the momery
Or heal the wounds
Can’t believe it happened
That this was me

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