I took the knife then watched her bleed.
There I stood above the blood she bled and tears we shed
dripping upon the hardwood floor.
You're all I want to please
my selfish dreams, rotting in our obsessive needs.
Self loathing in my own despair
in my attempts to spare you.
Hoping for a life in which we'd both can care.
To give my love a stare,
below the creaky stairwell,
beneath the cellar door;
as she takes her final breath.
Alas, a kiss, I bid my love, farewell...
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Introspect
Poetry(2017-19) "Here lies the dark thoughts and words of mine. We may be real; We will one day seize from existence. But a thought, intangible and imaginary, is beyond reality and may never die unless ignorance behold us. So although we'll one...
