Looking back at me with these eyes. I see ALL the pain of losing her mind..
She laughed and said life would be dull if my mind was normal..I looked deeper into the smeared eyes and continued the search..finding it funny that she thought there was a such a thing called normal.
I spoke up to her...it's a setting on a washing machine my dear..her face shifted to a smile as she lowered the blade...
I seen the destroyed before so I wasn't afraid..she was strangely beautiful as the blood all over her looked like red jewels ..
Are All we are is just fools? She asked
As the blood oozes out of her fresh cuts..
I lowered my head...
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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...
