Bright red blood
makes a flood
on my floor
as you guess even more
what's behind the solid door
just a squeak escapes
the hand of fate came so quick
then he picks up the unwanted spirit
come my child
my wild child
covered in blood
YOU ARE READING
Sick and twisted poems
PuisiMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
