fourteen tiles,
now fourteen red,
jumping off,
now one hanging head,
couldn't handle the voices,
you shoved in my head,
fourteen tiles,
now fourteen red,
dangling,
with one hanging head.
YOU ARE READING
Deep red and ice cold
Poetryjust a couple poems... do not harm yourself. do not commit suicide. do not do it. you'll regret it... even after you're dead. please enjoy though :) "stay beautiful, keep it ugly." ~ gerard way
