Dark Poem

Blood Dripping From My Fingers

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Wow, this poem is very... psychopathic. I honestly really like it. The poem flows, and it is very well-written.

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Published: April 2009

Blood dripping from my fingers
Blood dripping onto my feet
Blood slipping through my fingers
From the once live carcass
Laying in front of me
The body, dismembered, battered and bruised
Hair ripped and on the floor next to me
My clothes are bloodstained
Ripped, tattered and torn
The knife on the floor next to me
The blade stained with crimson
Lifeblood which was once the carcasses
Own.
The blood. Pooling at the bottom of the table
And do you want to know the most important thing?
You're next.

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  • Luna by Luna
  • 2 years ago

Wow, this poem is very... psychopathic. I honestly really like it. The poem flows, and it is very well-written.

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