Dark and sadistic
is her mind
Daggers and Death
Dancing in blood
Calm and Collected
On the outside
A near perfect smile
An alibi
A laugh, cold and cruel
A chuckle, warm and happy
Both occur, she has layers
Revenge and Violence
Spinning in a dance
of perfect fakes
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Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
