Waking up, I do my daily routine
But something stops me, something obscene
Seven markings on my wrist
She's coming for me and I cant resist
I scrub and scratch
Strike a match
At first there was one
Then two
Then three
Now I know she's coming for me
I feel her prescence,
She has no mercy
I feel her smiling and I hear her whisper
"Desperate to remove my markings are we?"
Fear takes over and I try to esape
But I feel darkness envelope me and so does my hate
Im not dead, I don't think
But that might be blood I'm sinking in.
A/N: Its October~ Time for the creepy poems!
~Love Spade~
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An Unfinished Apology
PoetryPoetry not meant for those with weak minds and pure hearts.