Words and visions running through my brain..
I think I am going insane..
Incisions and needles,
all over my body..
someone watching me..
somewhere,
eyes on the wall.
eyes everywhere!
Copy me.
follow me.
watching want I can do.
I can fly,
I can cry..
Lie..
Die..
I can even kill you!
why do I feel and see what you can't?
I see the blood in running in your vains.
can hear your heart beat..
So much to sustain..
I want to taste you..
I want to waste you.
So easy so sleazy.
just invite me !
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
