The Clock is ticking,
While I remain in denial,
Of the Stain,
On the white canvas.
All I want,
Is to hide the red stains,
So they don't remind me,
Of who I am,
Any longer.
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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
