I'm trying,
To put what I feel.
In honey soaked words,
Now that I've seen,
What it truly tastes like.
But I am so used,
To Blood stained words,
I am not sure,
I can get used to honey,
After I've tasted blood,
For so long.
A Hitch in my breath,
Honey does not,
Roll off,
As easy,
As Blood.
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Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
