Men commit the worst type of murder, when they stab women continuously with the knife dangling between their legs in pure rage
For the blood lost therein, is one that's unrecoverable nor the scars inflicted – redeemable
A death worse than death itself, as they become a walking dead of their past self.
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Bludgeoned Soul
PoetryPerhaps sparks of compassion is flaring up in your veins, The qualities of a hero - surfacing A longing to save me, to end my pain If you're reading this, its probably too late For I am nothing but a bludgeoned soul
