Do you know what it's like to see someone torn apart? Disembowelled bodies you paid to see. Innocent minds spill their pain and the cruelest beings take it away to pass onto someone worthy of the torture.
Dazed, even though you wanted this. Melted cherries spilling out of skin, seems like this pain tastes sweet. Then, it can taste sour. You never wanted to be a terrible person, you wanted to make them a terrible person.
Alas, in the end they got more pain than planned over momentary rage you portrayed. Do you regret what you said, lingering guilt, as their bones crumble and they scream in your presence?
Yet you still want to apologise to someone that's passed, seeing you as a despicable person. Their blood stains are messier than the messiest romance. They'll never get over your cruelty, even with a last chance.
© Sincerely, ♡ - May 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
