she was insane
there was no doubting it
her mind filled with flames
terrors, dark and shit
when she crawled into her best
her mind full of fire
saying she was just stressed
now we know shes a liar
so when we lay dead
her rage satisfied
her her lips a different red
couldnt handle us alive
and her crimes cant catch up
with her pale yet rage shook face
never to be locked up
she wont lose this certian race
we didnt know what would happen
when we reached out to the outcast
but what you get for being open
iron in the chest, the killer to outlast
it was her main art
the weaving of red
may death keep us apart
she writes as we lie dead
lips as red as red as red
hands with the blood of another
nothing can compare to the blood of the dead
not even the lips red and plumper
she never turned away
a nose up at us us fools
and when we did stay
she used the iron tools
theres too much to say
as we lay glassy eyed
from the herd dont strey
lest you meet the same demise
YOU ARE READING
won't you smile at me?
Poetrypoems that will either make you cry or something (i swear i'm more descriptive in the actual poem) but only i am allowed to be mean about my work so shush i talk about fire a lot lmao its fun to write these although they are quite intense so please...
