Wash away all the pain,
Wash away all the suffering,
Wash away everything intell my hands start to bleed.
All the things i have done won't wash away.
So much blood has been spilled,
And thats the blood od the inncent.
Now i need to spill the blood of the not so inncent.
To sent me free from this hell.
This gives me a FNAF's vibe just a little.
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Random Poems
PoetryRandom Poems I made. Warning most of them are about death, sadness, cutting stuff like that. So if you are triggered by that type of stuff then don't read it plz, on that not I hope you like them and tell me what I need to improve my poems.
