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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1855248
Just a dark thought that broke through onto paper.
I know I didn't do this,
I didn't cause their death,
So then why is it,
That guilt layers my breath,
The grass is cold beneath me,
The dew soaks through my skin,
But how'd I even get here,
Have I hid a beast within,
I swear I didn't kill them,
I'd never touch their angel bands,
So how will I explain,
All the blood that stains my hands,
How could I be so evil,
God, what have I done,
How can I get away from this,
It'll do no good to run,
I gaze up at the stars,
Wait, wasn't it just day,
What is it that pushed me,
So very far away,
I've got to keep control,
I have to hold it in,
I must destroy my inner self,
This can't happen again,
No, I know a way to stop it,
To keep my beast at bay,
Only one way I can fix it,
My life must end some way,
By blade, or maybe bullet,
Some pills, should it be flame,
No matter how, it's over,
I cannot bear the shame,
I was the blood from my arms,
With red liquid of my own,
Each step is growing weaker,
But I must be far from home,
The brilliant stars go black,
My fingers red and white,
The dark comes to consume me,
And I will find no light...
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