The fog hiding their face,
Whatever it may be,
Bracing myself for pain,
As I couldn't bring myself to flee,
Unable to move,
My legs glued to the floor,
It came closer to my body,
And deep down I knew I wasn't safe anymore,
Even without distance,
Their identity still hidden,
With a blurred face,
As if it were forbidden,
The shine of a knife
Was all I could see,
Its glimmer most enticing,
Even if it could hurt me,
The blood dripping down,
As it peirced my skin,
I loved the feeling of adrenaline,
Even if it killed within,
The pain wasn't on my mind,
And I knew that wasn't right,
It brought me happiness
Whether it made me go white
As they took out the knife,
I fell to the floor,
But before I got to the devils door that night,
I needed to know more,
They took off their mask,
As I looked into their eyes,
But before I could recognise,
I fell to my demise...
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Blood On My Hands
PoezjaPoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
