Would you still love me if I had blood on my hands?
A knifein one hand and a heart in the other?
Will youstill love me if I had a strait jacket and lived in an asylum?
I’mstill the person you love but a killer I’ve become.
Ipromise I won’t hurt a person I love, but kill…
Iwould’ve
I’vebecome the demon that lived inside me.
Scared?
Well ofcourse!
I’mfrightened that I’ll hurt the person in love!
Bloodeverywhere,
Heartsthat no longer beat,
And nowthe living is gone.
Deathcame because of me.
(K.J.F)
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryChains breaking Evil rising In this dark valley Breathless Hearts racing Blood pumping As you run Fear is consuming you As evil is coming closer You’re powerless Helpless Give up That’s all you can do Surrender Evil is here Possessing you (K.J.F)
