Daffodils are yellow,
Daisies are white,
Your soul may be dark,
But your smile is bright.
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Your hands may be gentle,
Your eyes may be kind,
But lurking beneath,
Is a sick, twisted mind.
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What made you this way?
What shattered your soul?
What chipped you away,
Made you part of no whole?
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You're missing some pieces,
They're scattered about,
You'll never find them all,
Of this, there's no doubt.
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Forever broken,
You'll never fit in,
Because hiding beneath,
Is your soul filled with sin...
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry for Dark People
PoetryIt's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.