Fluids leak from open cuts
Taking form of the vipers split tongue
You hold me here
Locked me away to be your puppet
Death is bright I know that for sure
So please
Don't go
I know I haven't been the best to you
Is it toxic for me to hold onto you?
To cry out please don't go?
The necro may claim my body
My limbs could wither and disappear
Like dust to a calm breeze
Contort and distort my form
Drown me in gasoline
Coat me in Vaseline
However you must use me
Just don't leave
What would I do?
Without all those around me
Surround me
Mock me
I'm fragmented and bitter I know this
Can you dry my tears once more?
Baptize me in bodily liquid
Drain me of my innocents
I'm sorry I'll sort this out
I'll grovel and lick your shoes clean
I can't handle these thoughts
That you will replace me
And find someone who treats you better
Than me.
-Jack
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The Group Project
PoesíaA project of random poems by Salem (me), Axel, Bishop and Jack. Maybe some guest appearances every so often.
