Down a dark hallway,
Around a few turns,
Through a locked bedroom door,
Lays a knife on the floor,
The boy the boy,
That used this as a torture toy,
Is writhing in pain,
Bleeding out going insane,
Crying out and being ignored,
The boy the boy!
He's got a sword!
The boy the boy!
He's hanging from a cord!
From the boy the boy,
The blood poured.
What did you think
Comments
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such a sad ,dark, vivid well written write
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wow
this poem is wonderful. words cant decribe it.. wonderful Job!!!!!
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