You
Can't see what's hidden
Beneath the
Skin.
The monster
That dwells
Within.
Grab a black
Light
And
See my skins
Marks
From the
Silver
Painted
Crimson
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
