you'll be remembered for your cruelty
not for your skin or your hair
the lives you take will measure yours
your looks, they just won't care
they'll remember you if your nails drew blood
not what colour they were painted
or who you took to senior prom
or if you and a girl ever dated
the people justify your life's worth
by the blood underneath your fingernails
not by the colour of your priceless eyeshadow
or your naughty storybook fairy tales
AN worked real hard on this. and it'll probably get no more than 10 reads. but that's okay, because i'll forget i ever even uploaded it in four hours (:
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poésiei won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
