Eyes of ink
Hair of gold
Lips like rubies
Cuts like paint
Blood like corn syrup
Death like sleep
Why is there...
There is always...
Blood, blood, blood
I give them
Gallons of the
Stuff, I give
Them all that
They can drink
It'll never be
Enough
I gave them
Blood
Blood
Blood
Why is there...
There is always...
Blood, blood, blood
And then I
Fade
Blood
By: gotohelltoburnwithme
This was inspired by my B period teacher during writing club.
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कविताPoems written by myself or friends. None of these are stolen. Do not steal these, please. Fyi, rarely any of these are happy Updates whenever, sorry, I don't write poetry much anymore, but when I do, I'll publish it here (:
