revenge is sweet, so give three cheers
as we march off into battle
summer dust stained red in the violent heat
the sorrow so loud it makes bones rattle
you lash out at this ugly world
with a light behind your eyes
your last words will be famous
as you live the sharpest life
A/N the first verse is a really lame poem I started writing and it reminded me of MCR so I added to it and yea
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dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
