Knife and blood
Pain is my friend.
Close stained with mud.
Pain is my only one.
Silver tip
Small dip.
Going on a journey
To a place you can't forget.
Where it consumes you.
The pain hates you, but you still love it.
Crying out for help.
but no one to be seen.
Pain destroyed you.
You never knew.
Entil you sliped away.
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Poems
PoesiaThese are some poems that I wrote myself some are inspired by books (or movies) or things that happens to me, or thoughts just come to my head. Hope you like it
