I get my beautiful canvas,
Out here for you to see.
I illustrate on her eyes,
And split them into threes.
She's crying tears of blood now,
Don't you see?
Come here, come quick,
To save her from the dead by me.
I grab my knife, so pointy and sharp.
To cut threw her fleshy thighs.
I gently saw the remaining skin
Come here, come quick, say hi.
I rip her heart out just like I did to you
But I wake up.
I realize, I did this out of jealousy,
To hide my feelings, my monsters,
My only privacy
I did this not to protect you,
But to show what I might do,
When I see the both of you
Together...
YOU ARE READING
Poems and stuff
PoetryThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.
