Death is so far away, yet, i can smell it on you

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i just thought of this poem off the top of my head.

Submitted: June 10, 2008

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Blood leaking down the cracks in my room severed heads on a broken broom. You will be next if you tempt me your death will be crucifixion on a giant T. I will gauge your eyes out with a silver spoon the thing that you were born with was only but doom. Pity will not be held for you your flesh is the only thing i will chew. Your fear is the thing that fuels me as you scream in pain you are the only one to blame. So scream as you will as a pig getting slaughtered your life is gone as a long living daughter. Now live your life as a rotting cadaver cause I will always be the one with a long lived laughter.


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