Can you hear the cry
The crying of the dammed
With the bloody blade
And the darken heart
With souls left to none
Bloody and rotini to the core
With nothing more than a shell
Like the little whispers you hear in the trees
When the moon howls at you
And makes you scream
With tears in your eyes
And no depth to your soul
You are now nothing
And under my control
Now you feel it dont you
Ever vain screams and rushes
You can feel ever pomp of your blood
That will soon be add to the stains on the ground
This is why the world is so dark
Because this is nothing new to a New York heart.
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My Weird Poems
PoetryThese are just werid poems I wrote at three in the morning. A lot of them are dark. And I'm not very good at writing or at writing poems so please don't judge. If there is anything you would like to ask or think would help me improve don't be afared...
