Cuts mean nothing but brown skin,
Blood seeing through the open skin like water in a valley.
You can't remember the feeling no
Matter how many times you try,
Disappears like memories,
Dead memories.
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My Favorite Gothic Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry about death and such. I do own some but.not all of this, I do not know who the authors of.most of these are, however if you are an author THANK YOU I LOVE THESE! These are my favorite poems ever so thank you! Dedication to ALL...
