Red blood, red blood
Splattered on my face.
Screaming and pleading..
And I just stand in place..It's your turn now.
Grab the gun.
Take your bow.
"I love the sound."
*pow*
YOU ARE READING
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!
Roses 2016
Red blood, red blood
Splattered on my face.
Screaming and pleading..
And I just stand in place..It's your turn now.
Grab the gun.
Take your bow.
"I love the sound."
*pow*