Standing over the sink I scrub my hands, watching as the color fades into ashen white. Looking up on see empty eye sockets and rotting skin. Terrified I scrub harder. Suddenly everyone can see me as I see myself. Dead.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
