Experimentation is my destinationA Poem by CrimsonShinigamiNot good not good at all
Blood trinkling down my mouth
dragging my body down south experimentation on me scientists have no need for my plea he keeps resisting for all to stop when they do the picture just drops waking up all cut open surrounded no leaving the pig pen screaming satisfies their faces everyone always avoid the places that basically emit "Stay away" so the perfect room to play all gone finished deed for i am still to bleed bloody tools are on the tray i have already lost count of the days looking at the serums in those cases they start to pick up the pace all of this started when I was ten making me do this all over again no mom or pop to try to call the cop for they are no longer here to see that I am no longer free is this what my future is truly about all i had to do was just count
© 2014 CrimsonShinigamiAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 7, 2014 Last Updated on December 7, 2014 AuthorCrimsonShinigamiEdmonton, CanadaAboutI like writing poems and stories but I never had the chance to show others they may not be as good as others but I tried my best. I enjoy reading books that have a good story plot. I hate quiet room.. more..Writing
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