Devil's Urge
The urge is like an itch,
Begging to be scratched
My body aches so much where I crave it
I want it all to spill out of me,
I want it all to seep into the floor
Every step taken now soaks my feet in blood
It's warm
Now it's like ice
I feel like ice
Everything is so cold
Am I dying?
I'm sinking in cold blood
I'm freezing
I'm shaking
I can't breathe anymore
If I open my mouth now, I'll choke on all my sins
Better keep it shut
Heaven forbid I speak the devil's words...
Riot-05/02/2022
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Poems (Vent+Misc.)
PoetryJust some poems I write. Mostly vents but some misc. or happy/loving. *No images used are mine unless stated*
