Don't come in
It's dark
Don't ask for a hint
you won't be able to get back
Do you really crave to step into blood?
Do you think you know how vile I have become?
Don't come in
There's no light
Blood, sweat and tears are painted in a phrase
Rage, dread and sorrow are my loud yell
Oh, how hateful have I becomeDon't come in
It's a shock
Don't come in
If you're a filthy shaking ratCome in if you love dark
Dive in if you want to taste what truly is wrath
Sweat of worthless days have passed by, there is a little that I got a chance to hide
I have written these poems by my own blood
I have blessed this words with too many drops, even if I am unable to cry, anymore
What a beautiful l-life
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Site Of A Fire
RandomCollection of Poems Futuristic, expressionist, impressionist, constructivist poetry