I know
I know
Where the mixed heads grow
Don't ever tend or sow
They can never be forgotten if you actually care
I know the issue
I know where it lies
It lies in their tissue
Let me rip and severe
I promise it'll make you feel better
Let me tear you
Mix you
Then piece together
Let me shower you in pain and love
Won't it be fun?
I know you'll be happy when I'm done
After all
Only the living can be happy
Only the breathing can be in pain
Only the dead are worthless
Only when I'm done can you be pure
Until then please endure
(Oooh spooky)
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Poetry Attempts
PoetryA small collection of the excuses I call poetry. I'm not a poet but if you need a light read, here you go
