It's all fun and games,
Until someone gets hurt.
That's how you know,
It's been enough.
Right?
It's all fun and games,
Until someone calls the cops.
That's how you know,
It's been enough.
Right?
It's all fun and games,
Until someone dies.
And for you that's still not enough,
You want more.
And I know I'm right.
You don't care,
About those rules.
You just want,
To see us all bleed.
Right?
-Me, Nov. 18, 2016
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
