Dig it in
Dig it in, dig it in deep, twist it round, watch me weep, see all the blood seep, through my shirt, stain it red, soaking through my bed, sharpness of the blade, making sure I paid, sharpness through my back, never going slack, stab me and watch me bleed, all to satisfy your greed, no rhyme or reason, take out your anger, on all those near, push us away, see who'll stay, when next you look around, see what you've found, an empty space, no one will chase, the backstabber, the user, think of none but yourself, so proud of your high shelf, dig it in, dig it in deep, twist it round, watch me weep.
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The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
