I am not a hero
You are not a thorn
The clock ticks down to zero
And blows it's mighty horn
I watch under the prickling heat
While blood is trickling at your feet
You are not a hero
I am not a thorn
Your clock ticks down to zero
Your body, death adorns
YOU ARE READING
Blind-Eyed Fool
PoetryRead with caution I guess. This is a jumble of poems that are usually kinda dark?? Idk. If you don't like descriptive gore type stuff then this probably ain't for you
