Grins of white. Pains of light.
How I crave the night.
Stains of red. Hearts of lead.
Blown straight through my head.
Rats of liars. Paper flowers.
Fingers full of thorned briars.
Grins of white. Pains of light.
I could never make this right.
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GRUESOME TALES AND DARK POEMS
PoetryGruesome tales of darkness and ominous poems of killers lie within this book. This is my new playground for testing out horror based writing and disturbing descriptions. The content might be unsettling to sensitive readers.
