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The promises died in his icy white breath, His eyes glazed glass -lucid looks bereft. His smile upturned with a broken breath caught Mid-sentence -did he part, those secrets untaught.
Anger is such a abstract emotion. But when I take action following my anger it becomes so concrete indeed. Let me explain. When I am angry I wish to bottle the cunt into a glass bottle.
(Found this that I started ages ago so thought I'd finish it). The knife punctures through. A heart that was pure and true. It stabs right in there. Piercing without a care. Then someone comes along.
Once upon a time. I commited a bloody crime. I took a knife and made red. A now this hater's dead. A pool of blood lies on the floor. As I'm walking out the door. You will never hate again.
Words drip from my lips, Thoughts free from my mind, Harsh things to make you slip, There's no one to save you this time.
You kiss my lips, Razor sharp, Slash me open Pain vivid, stark. You bring me flowers Of poison ivy, Another gift You use to buy me. I give you nightshade In your tea, A little present Just from me.