The thrill of the kill
Is what keeps me alive.
I thrive
On the sounds
Of metal on skin.
It's my only motivation to win.
Even when I look at him,
I no longer feel the blush on my skin.
But I don't mind.
Even though it is unrefined,
Murder
Has become my drive;
My reason
To stay alive.
BINABASA MO ANG
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...
