Crimson stains of earthly soil
Pots of hatred start to boil
Complex minds refuse to kneel
Unlike dogs who will to heel
Screams of pain in hollow ears
Death take you beyond your years
Fire is a friendly thing
Heat wears crowns like kindly kings
Pills and blades that kiss your wrist
Roofs or ropes and goodbye lists
Hearts turn black
And iron cold
No one does what they are told
You can't escape the reapers arms
And poison holds a certain charm
Blackness leads to calming bliss
The sun will rise
But none will miss
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Forced to Smile
PoetryJust some of my poetry I've decided to share with you guys (The first few aren't the best. They're old, from when I had just started trying to write.)
