Twist and Turns
Cuts and Burns
Ropes and Dope
And finding "healthy" ways to cope..
I'm trying hard.
All that I can.
Everything's still...
It's time to fucking kill.
Grab the Knife.
Grab the Gun.
Grab the Shovel.
Let's have some fun.
Got the knife?
Stab him, man!
Oh, pierce the fucking skin..
Sliding through skin so thin.
Grab that gun!
See, ain't this fun?
It's your turn now..
Load the goddamn gun.
Let's have some fun.
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Gloomy Days
PoetryJust a collection of my old poems as a morbid, anger-repressed teenager. Not all of them are about blood and murder, I didn't want to put the best ones first. Keep reading!
