Broken Glass (18)A Poem by Tsukin ArchangelLol uhmmmmmm you're all probably going to think I'm like insane, or an axe murderer, i am neither but i do hope ur a disturbed by this
Broken Glass
It lay at my feet It was my knife The tool to slay the living And the welcome basket of the dead The blood of the lifeless in pools The smell of rot all around Sickly Rancid But strangely Beautiful I look at my hands I need to know what happens next The blood drips like rain all over Blocking them Leaving only red Devouring what was me Leaving only sadness and despair I hear the whispers I could have sworn they left They told me they would But they remained The urging voices to kill The ones that told me to pick up the glass To strike those who I despised They had lied to me I was angry Nothing had changed Only now I was in deeper than before I belonged to the voices now I was their puppet And there was only one thing left to do And that was To Kill I picked up the broken glass My reflection within but without I moved through the doors that belonged to the slain And waited for my next victim The voices said they were sorry They promised next time they would leave So I let them lead me Down the dark tunnel A twisted hope in my heart And a piece of Glass in my hand
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Added on May 19, 2012Last Updated on September 26, 2013 AuthorTsukin ArchangelPalmdale, CAAboutHmm let's see~ I'm 20 (wow I've had this account for a long time) I'm a poet I'm a story writer A singer An amateur Voice actor An anime enthusiast An avid gamer 100% Unadulterrated Me! I wri.. more..Writing
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