I walk upon a path
walked many times before
but with a different purpose
To open up the door
I drag the murder weapon
The weapon to murder me
I carry on my back
The fabled dogwood Ignore tree
Inflicted upon me
A great many pains
And upon my clothes
darkened blood stains
I walk along a twisted route
but not filled with doubt
For this is what my father says to do
this is a day that men will rue
Abandoned I am
Of all my friends
This life has
Only one good end
Crucified to be, I am
many mistakes they make
violent people they are
In death, Pleasure they take
upon that night I die
And the believers begin to cry
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Poetry (The beginning)
PuisiHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
