Blood is Red
Bruises are Blue
that's probably all that i'm worth to you
Cross my heart and hope to die
stick a knife right in my eye
Cut my heart out, let it bleed
its one thing that I don't need
Set me alight in blazing red
Even then, i'm still not dead
Fling me from a cliff so high
Watch me as I try to fly
Hang me from a tightened string
Let my body dangle and swing
Worms crawl in
Worms crawl out,
Yet I still don't have a doubt
That when my body is gone in dead,
All they'll be is black and red
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Short Stories and Poems
Poetryjust some stuff that i write in my lonesome. Some are ventish, some are just for fun
