A crooked laugh burns its way down my throat
As the angels sing my tune
I love this sick insanity
It means my time is Soon
Less than I
But more than me
Oh what a gift
I give to me
Fear the blade
Not the blood
Drown in the chaos
Let it flood
Its okay to be twisted
When I'm alone
Because in my end
I shall reap what I've sown
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Poems
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote. Mostly not about happy stuff. They usually rhyme. First one doesn't.
