The blood flows quick
the blood flows thick
my wounds are deep
the spirits speak
sinister laughs through my head
as I fall off my blood soaked bed
I am leaving
my chest is heaving
as my blood pours out
upon the ground
-Jazzy Smiles
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Sick and twisted poems
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