" A quick taste of the poison...
A quick twist of the knife...
The obsession with death,
Becomes a way of life."-Emilie Autumn
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>The power of the knife,
Enough to take a life.
Oh the terrible strife,
To lower the knife.<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Knives are such messy little things.
Yet red is such a pretty colour...
Can something so pretty truly be called a mess?
-Nova
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Poems For A Sky Without Stars
PoetryThese are the fears which bring me to tears These are the thoughts of a girl who's distraught This is the death of the very last breath Pretty self-explanatory.... Just me finding something to do with my thoughts at night that wont let me sleep. T...