Roses are red
Violets are blue
You cut my heart as deep
As my scissors do
The longer they are
The sharper they'll be
As my pain grow
One, two, three
*my counselor is here..right now and is...fucking with my brain.
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Darkness of a Mind
PoetryThere is a place where evil is welcome and witchcraft is practice. Where you make out with Satan and listen to Blood on the dance floor. Ha, sorry had to put them. A place like this is in my mind. I write my creepy feelings so no one will know, but...
