living in the shadows never showing my true self keeping the demons caged behind rusted and bent bars never knowing when it will break and unleash the chaos into the world we live but when it happens i will be ready but the question is... will you? can you handle the pain of the edge of the knife pressed against your skin and slowly being dragged across your neck? or what about the needle piercing your vein? don't worry, i'll be kind as kind as you were when you stabbed my back don't say your sorry we both know your not lies won't solve a thing they will only feed my anger don't try to run either i'll break your legs rip out your tongue so you can't scream for help sew your eyes shut your not worthy enough to see what you actually deserve Labels: ... Poems .... |
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