A/N: You will never be satisfied~ just gotta get that out of my system, continue please-
As I move the bodies
And hide the weapons,
I hear the squelching of intestines.
The dead beckon.
I ignore them.
I try to find a place to hide
The corpses of the ones who died.
I sighed.
The blood's beginning to dry.
I can still hear the screams and cries.
Once again I remind
My mind
That they're no longer alive.
They were once terrified.
Still they scream,
Unsatisfied.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote. I few are on my Tumblr but not all of them. Feedback is always appreciated. I've been told this is kinda intense(?) so read at your own risk ig Theme is basically murder and sex. Like that's really it. Nothing too extreme l...
