Jack
My own thoughts
You trail my skin, and chill my spine
Fill my head, and flood my mind
You query my views for your own gain
The stress you give, it falls like rain
You invade my zone, and steal my friends
Transcend beyond the bounds I give
Your torturous ways seem to have no end
What is it you wish to apprehend?
Though I’m in control I lack the power
All I can do is wait and cower
Why do you pierce me while I sleep in bed?
I’ve now fallen victim to the thoughts in my head
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