She's cold and lifeless again,
There's no pulse, just touch her skin.
Are you happy she did this,
Or is she someone you'll miss?
After all you did this.
Not with slogans or words,
But with actions so absurd.
You left her alone,
In her time of despair,
With no help at all,
No one to care.
Now she lies dead at your feet,
And you can't blame me.
Take it upon yourself to feel guilt,
You should, if you weren't here, she would be.
You should have been there for the angel that fell,
Now I hope you rot in Hell.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
