you were deranged.
the world told you so.
because you liked the way
how blood felt in between your fingers,
how it felt strangely warm in your palms.
because you liked the way
how revenge filled you up,
how it would fill you with satisfaction.
because you liked the
sound of bones cracking,
in fact, you found it pleasant.
the world told you that
you were deranged.
- because you were in love with death
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PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
