Written on December 15, 2016
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Midnight, and the whispers begin
As I lie in the cold darkness
Their words play over and over
Inside my head
Whose to blame for what happens next
When I decide to go on a killer spree
It's midnight, and the whispers begin
Their blood stains the glitter white snow
Their words will no longer matter
But I stand here in the darkness
Holding this broken blade
And hearing their voices in my head
I never thought dead people could speak
It's midnight, and the whispers begin
I'm drowning in my tears
As dawn approaches
I'll never be able to forget their words
But it's midnight and the whispers begin
As the snow starts to fall
I too will stain the snow red.
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My Life's Moments
PoetryWriting poetry is a way I can express myself to the world without being judged for my thoughts and emotions. If you were to know me, I may seem like a goodie-two shoes person, but if you were to take a look closer look at me behind my bedroom doors...
