As I stare at this blank, white page.
Pencil ready, blind with rage.
Through all my life, you did not care.
Never once, were you there.
Mascara-filled tears stain the page.
Lost in my thoughts, my mental cage.
After all, I won't be missed.
When Death himself applies the fatal kiss.
YOU ARE READING
The Afterlife (A Collection of Dark Poetry)
PoetryA collection of dark poetry from the mind of a demented sadist. Proceed with caution.
