The smell of death seduces me
It rides its hands along my back,
Just feed it, and you will bleed.
World's most perfect outcome for me.
If there's anther flaw that I see,
Death will be thrust
into me.
I'm used to it by now.
Tear into my soul
tear into my role
Tear it all
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Author:
Jared Nguyen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2023 13:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Basically SH. Lazily written.
- Category: Sad
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