yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!
- Created By momo and kiro
you will suffer like me
As lay on the floor,
My eyes must be wrong,
You wouldn’t do this,
Not to me.
I lay here in blood,
This cant be your doing,
My eyes must be wrong,
Everything’s a bit blurry.
I won’t believe,
That you did this,
My eyes are failing,
And I can hardly see.
I must have been wrong,
My subconscious if fading,
Into the black oblivion,
Of nothingness.
I won’t ever come out ,
If I fall in, so I flee,
I catch a glimpse of your face,
And reach for your back.
You turn around ,
And on your face,
Is a sick smile,
And you’re covered in blood.
My blood,
Dark and red,
How could you do this?
I’m still in denial.
How could you cut me down?
I thought I knew you,
I was obviously wrong,
But I won’t let you go.
I hold you tight,
And as you stand there,
Laughing at me,
In your sick way.
I grasp the dagger,
That you had used on me,
And embracing you tightly,
And I stab you from behind.
Because if I’m going to die,
At your hands,
Then I’m going to take you with me,
And you will suffer like me.
no one can help me
I’m scared,
Terrified,
Horrified,
And afraid,
And no one can help me.
I am insignificant,
Small,
Helpless,
And week,
And no one can help me.
It hurts,
I'm in pain,
It throbs,
In my heart,
And no one can help me.
I'm afraid,
I can’t run,
I’m chained to this place,
And it’s difficult to be afraid to death,
And know that no one can help you.
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