Just a drop of this red crimson liquid.
One of the two thing's I need.
But the problem is that it's tinted.
My friends are worried,
Unsure of what I am.
Do they not notice the way I talk,
my voice laced in sarcasm?
They only stare and gawk.
Truth be told,
they don't register
my personality has changed ice-cold.
They step back as, if i'm some kind of spider.
Now before I forget,
Let me tell you of the other one.
the one thing they call regret
is a special jewel from a demon.
Each demon possesses one jewel,
Mine would be a diamond.
I keep them hidden inside a castle,
that makes you feel sickened.
Now you know the two things
I will always keep.
So if you see these warnings,
They will always creep.
So by now it will uncurl
of this legend.
Two objects...
Blood and Diamonds
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Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.
