My Killer HeartA Story by Ivy SmileyThis poem is vital so please if you can't stand the deepness then don't read it.
My heart is a killer on the run,
it doesn't stop even when the morning comes, it takes and takes until there isn't any left, the bites crazy, it's harder than meth, my killer smell can smell the bleeding, of hearts across the street just oozing, oozing of pain and misery, and that when they're able to see me, they look and see the dark beauty being shocking, they take in the shocking and I collect the bad, collect all the bad that they always had, in the deep parts of the bloody heart you see the feeling, the feeling of love that is always pending, I say I love them in real life, but how can a monster love when it has no eyes, I'm blinded by the light if you have not noticed, I can't love because I'm focused, focused on pain and misery, the only thing that can complete me, as they sleep in my arm, I see they're pain in all their scars, I see the bleeding that will always curse them, I see the curves that will always diverse them, then when the night comes to end, I say a goodbye to ones of those people, the people that deserve a heart but have bleed, so I feed and they tremble of the thing they call love, the thing I know is nothing I can say I know of, my heart, the monster, has conquered all of the above, except the monster that brought me to this, the one I used to say I loved, As the days seem to grow, the heartless person will soon take control, conquering one city at a time, until it's time to show, the truth that lies under, inside of this dark snow
© 2014 Ivy SmileyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorIvy SmileyRossville, GAAboutI'm a writer/novelist in fiction. I'm not normally one to write fan-fiction. I'm one to write about worlds and people who live in situations they're in. It's just my style of writing. Unique is one wa.. more..Writing
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