Twisted
Crimson splashes
Light up the walls
Neon splatters
In the hall
Knives and blades
Caked in mud
Twisted faces
The smell of blood
Drag the blade
Across her skin
I'll be the one
Don't let me in
Rubbish littered
On the floor
Writing scrawled
On the door
Screams echo
Down the halls
Mental patients
In their stalls
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Twisted will just be a book of my poetry, updated whenever inspiration hits. The first few are quite old, so they're marginally different from my new stuff. I hope you enjoy it all, regardless.
