I killed him.
I did,
But I don't know why.
He lays on my floor.
Dead.
Lifeless.
His skin, as pale as snow.
Cold like the water of Antarctica he was.
His blood, as cold and dark as my lips.
He lays there.
Motionless.
I have no desire to keep him,
But I must for now.
Fore if I tell,
Even a single soul,
I know Karma,
Will catch up to me.
And if Karma catches up to me,
Then I will lay there,
Next to him.
Cold.
Motionless.
Dark.
Lifeless.
Dead.
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Tears Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my fourth poetry book! :) Sad, depressing, and angry type poems. Also some random poems that don't really fit into my love poems. Please do not leave rude and unnecessary comments. I accept praise and suggestions but not mean comments. If yo...
