The warm blood drips from your knuckles,
A harsh grin on your face.
The memories are dead at your hands.
That had enough of you screaming in your sleep.
Just sitting around, letting the hours tick by.
Hoping for happiness.
It doesn't come.
You grow insane waiting for it.
Don't bother trying
Don't bother crying
Don't you understand that you're dying?
Maybe that's a comforting thought, to know that your racing thoughts will be at rest one day soon.
They'll disappear into the empty black void of nothingness.
That's where everything goes eventually
So until then, Continue to let the blood soak into your skin
Keep that crazed look in your eye.
It'll be over soon.
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A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)
PoetryThis book is completely random and contains all different kinds of free-verse poetry. ❅ I don't even know where some of these came from, but are pieces of writing somehow developed from the pits of my consciousness that make me wonder what the hel...
