Heart black
Lips sealed
Room dark
Mind healedNot suicidal
But murderous
Make you do a recital
While I curseNeedles in your chest
Watch me laugh
It's not the first
I'll cut you in halfDeath is peace
I don't do favors
So I'll hiss
And get some razorsThese thoughts
Are roaming in my head
Break the circle in dots
I want your soul deadSince I was a lad
The picture of torture
I always had
It's in my futureI can see it now
I'll cause you pain
And make you bow
Sorry, I'm not saneSay my name
I love to hear it
I'm not to blame
I just hate defeatBrain dead
Hate is blind
I'll take your head
I won't mind
YOU ARE READING
Ab"sin"the
PoetryPoetry that comes right from the heart, and is born into existence.