You’ve got me, deadly curious.
Dear dying girl, but tell me this with conviction.
Why do you cringe slumber, and reek.
That of sweet god forsaken carnage with blood that smells painstakingly of violence, and horror.
And yet was it intentional, or accidental I ponder this.
Upon why you are so utterly haunting.
A gorgeous ghost, of a girl.
I once knew.
Before.
Authors Notes: Thank you immensely for reading~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoesiaThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
