Crimson red liquid
Warm falls from the growing cold
Sorrows finally over
The voices finally quiet
The clatter of the knife on tile fills the air
As her corpse's neck expels a river
Of crimson red
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My Shitty Teen Angst Poetry
PoetryIncludes poems that are.... ∞My feelings∞ ∞Observations of society∞ ∞Situations caused by society∞ ∞Turning people into poems∞ Good luck figuring out what's what
