You left me to cry
All you did was lie
You didn't try your best
You stabbed me in the chest
Your eyes full of hate
You don't decide my fate
I'll stand up on my own
Forget the pity you've shown
Pain corrupting slowly
Guess I'll be unholy
Your words like sand
And a knife in my hand
Feelings left ages ago
Oh don't worry death is slow
First cutting your cheek
Just know you're weak
Your blood is pouring
And it's getting boring
No colour to the blood?
Let's let it flood
I'll never show you mine
As the knife goes down your spine
'Revenge is best served cold'
Oh please that story's old
Let's write a book
About the happiness you took
Flicker through the pages
I see your mood changes
Guess the knife wasn't enough
Moving on to interesting stuff
My bullet to your throat
A 'suicide letter' you wrote
Tears left your guilty eyes
You're a devil in disguise
From all the lies you said,
Oh wait, you're already dead.
- Liya Sunrise
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Author:
Liya Sunrise (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2018 08:23
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
The good thing about poetry is that we can express ourselves in ways we normally wouldn't be able to. Very good use of expression. I like this.
Very well expressed. May lessons be learned in that death
great rhyme and flow to this, bravo. ww
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