Sharp teeth
Beady eyes
Nails scratching your head
Blood drips
One good sip
Life is of the undead
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Undead
Sharp teeth
Beady eyes
Nails scratching your head
Blood drips
One good sip
Life is of the undead