Razors are red,
Violin's are playing.
You're at my funeral,
On your knees praying.
You hope its not real,
That it's all pretend.
The heartache you feel,
One day it will mend.
The pain in your chest,
The same that I had,
Just before greeting my death.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA few depressing poems written by @nahhnahhnahh Δ...TRIGGER WARNING...Δ RAZORS ARE RED Razors are red, Violins are playing. You're at my funeral, On your knees praying. You hope its not real, That its all pretend. The heartache you feel, One day...
