*Warning: slightly scary*
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My hands tremble as I turn the knob
Tick, tick, tock going up the clock
The show eerie squeak of the door finally swings open
Tock, tick tick you better learn to quit
The blood oozes from the lake, harmed skin
The ones I love, hanging from above
Spears through their hearts
Symbolism
All the ones I've hurt
Painted them to see me
Killed
By my own words
YOU ARE READING
Daily slice of Life
PoetryThese are just poems that I've wrote done. We've all had those days, happy, sad, any emotions will be in this book.
