Reeking of blood.
Leaking out your veins.
Streaking down your arm.
Seeping into your shirt.
First see how much you can lose.
Worst be death, but that won't bother you.
Thirsty, but no strength to get water.
Mercy is a word you have never heard.
Obsessed with this feeling, because it doesn't hurt as much.
Undressed, this man always likes to have you.
Fearless, at least soon you'll be dead.
Caress you no more, if your soul is gone.
Harming you no more, is what you fantasize.
Charming, he thinks he is, but delusional is the truth.
Alarming, the amount of times he has touched you.
No wonder why you cut yourself.
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Pile the Dead
Poetry"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good R...
