Entry #4A Chapter by Mark Alexander BoehmHow dare you try to sideline my passions Keeping me alive with small rations You stone cold b***h Blackhearted leech Got this light in my sight That's just out of reach You keep me anchored down Anchored down Anchored down When I cut the rope Will the tables turn I wanna make you frown Make you frown Make you frown Wanna kill the dead Get revenge for the games This b***h plays with my head If she's not living It's not murder Wanna watch you die For all the times You made me not wanna live I want you gone For all the times You brought the darkness on Want rope burns on your wrists When I tie you to this bed How does it feel To be among the living dead M**********r I'm gonna kill you With a pill, a puff and a smile I'll laugh while you drown You tasted so vile Last time we kissed Rest assured you'll be a memory But you won't be missed For every tear I've cried All the times I lied So I wouldn't have to go outside I'll be happy you died © 2017 Mark Alexander Boehm |
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Added on April 24, 2017 Last Updated on April 24, 2017 Tags: poetry, poem, mental health, mental health awareness, anxiety, depression AuthorMark Alexander BoehmOHAboutWriter of all things mystery, suspense, and angst. Twitter/Instagram: ImMarkAlexander For the latest updates on Candy Corn Chronicles, follow/like on social media below! Twitter.com/CandyCornB.. more..Writing
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