Under the umbrella,
stood a clown.
Who are you Bella?
What are you Bella?
He wants you.
At three am,
the clown kills.
Slow;
So slow;
You'll drown.
The pain is saturated.
The knife, oh,
it's covered in stardust,
dripping of sin.
In this dark room,
of poison, the clown
is singing.
Where are you Bella?
He wants you.
It is so tragic.
Look at you,
hair covered in grey.
drowning under the moon,
weaving yourself in blood.
Black walls, red flowers
and dark woods.
Where are you Bella?
The clown asks.
~Sampurna
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Ink And Echoes
Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
