Decorating my sheets in hues of red,
I summoned the devil to sleep in my bed,
Though I make face look pretty tonight,
my cold stiff flesh will snuff out the light-
Write a poem, tear it up,
as this poison stirs inside the cup;
In my head, it's always blue,
I have bled,
you will too,
A knife to your face brings fear to your eyes,
If You think you're going to heaven,
I think you'll be surprised.
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My Sweet Grave Digger
الشعرI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
