20 January 2015

Dear to Me

queer deranged
strange demented
wires crossed in my head
I like things that are dead
laughing hystericaly
hearing screams
tasting blood

worst fright
blackest night
don't trust a word I say
but believe me it'll be okay
nightmares screams
skinned alive
don't stop

pleasure pain
bleeding again
while you're chocking on your blood
I'll be lost in uncontrollable giggles
beating heart
slowing down
finally dead

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

Trinet Poem

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