the world and all its wealth
Cold shiny metalis licking my thin arm
the excitement as the skin
rips open to let
the fresh blood out
Hungry eyes are watching me
bleed through dried tears
trying to break loose
from the inner depths
of my own agony
Am I in heaven
or am I in hell?
My mind is naked
and I am blind
'Tis fate playing
her sinister tune
on a dead violin
Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-04-30 at 18:36
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