This heart within my breast
for it is beating and cannot rest
A Horrific sin for my body to sell
your after me and I can tell
Up my shirt your fingers slide
Can you not tell that I want to die?
As you touch my skin
I hear the drop of the pin
…Do you really believe you can win?
I pretend to be into you
When I felt the knife I began my pursuit
I slowly planned the beginning of your demise
That’s when the demon began to arise
Down your back the knife did slice
Then hits to the chest… not once… but twice
Down you went into your eternal sleep
Down to hell, my demon you’ll meet
…Do you really believe you can win?
Author notes
I'm just re-submitting old poetry ^_^ so If you feel like commenting still... go ahead :]]
This is one of my favorites
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