By J.L. Moore
Put the knife into my brain,
Watch the blood fall, watch it rain.
Will it cure my blackened pain?
Will it keep me from going insane?
This deserted life has left me ill;
I'll never reach, the top of the hill.
Let me take this final pill;
The demons that haunt me I want to kill.
Send me down to the depths of hell,
I have plenty of wicked secrets to tell.
Will death free me from this prison cell?
Will this pain of life finally quell?
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The Life Is In The Blood
الشعرRanked #392 in Poetry 10/29/2016 Featured Story in @_Theveilednight_ Gripping Tales List Original poems, by (as my youngest son says) a 14 year old goth chick living in a 49 year old body. ATTENTION: If you are reading this story on any other platf...
