the point of all this is the feeling
of the rain and blood on your lips
the point of all this is the hurting
of the slashes that cover your hips
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
painful
the point of all this is the feeling
of the rain and blood on your lips
the point of all this is the hurting
of the slashes that cover your hips
