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