rip off the bandage
cut me open again
watch the golden
blood pour and
watch me die
venom leaks from
my silver teeth
the poison i saved
for you and instead
it drips like tears i cry
i imagined
sinking them
into you and
let your blood
rot away like mine
and they had
gone dormant
thinking you were
gone for good
what a lie
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
