Choke on your own blood,
In my hand is the knife,
Your scream is cut of by a gurgle as you drown,
What a pitiful last few seconds of life,
A clean line lay across your throat,
A line of which blood sprays out,
Soaking both of our clothes in red
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A Little Too Gruesome Perhaps?
PoetryThis is just some of my more gruesome poetry, a lot of the poems describing murder scenes. Read at your own risk
