i. whimsical
i am the killer clown.
i am the colours bright.
i am hiding by your bed at night.
i tangle myself with your inner demons.
you hold me tight.
you’re too weak, too frail to fight.
i eat you, consume you,
drain you of soul.
these colours are whimsical, this blood is ethical,
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w h i m s i c a l
Poetryw h i m s i c a l --- my thoughts come in vivid colours, waiting to be unleashed and set free.