People stab others on their back.
But you are one of those,
the ones who stab others from the front,
looking them in their eyes,
almost as if you are staring into their soul.
As the victim only sees a heartless monster
but you see the terror in their eyes,
slashing right through their heart,
lacerating through their arteries and veins,
while blood spurts out through their wound.
And you find joy in it while they wail in pain
with this evil smirk on your face.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
