Raw and unhinged, my desperate screams must've made your ears bleed.
Good.
My nails dug into you like a cat's toy, I could feel the warm liquid of crimson dripping onto my fingertips. I could care less in all honesty. I wanted to hurt you so bad.
You were taking me somewhere I didn't want to be- without permission.
You act so entitled. Even though it wasn't reality, I knew very well it was so in character of you.
Even if it was a dream, I still wish I could've done more to hurt you.
To make you suffer like I did.
I didn't fear what you'd do to me when you tried to take me.
I was angry that you had the guts, and ignorance to think you'd get away with it.
You're an idiot, in dream and reality.
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Sickening Poetry
PoesiaJust a poem book, mostly small, short poems. Maybe a big poem here and there but This is just for fun. Nothing serious.
