Simon Says "Hurt"A Poem by I AMSet your hands on fire, And watch your skin peel off, As they glow like Molotov’s, While they begin to fall off. Stick pins in your eyes, And feel the blood bleed, As it leeks down your face, Staining your rosy cheeks. Put your shriveled hands, Around your porcelain neck, And squeeze until your blue, Like a deck of card's hue. Pull out all your teeth, Pluck them one by one, And let your screams echo, Until the morning sun. © 2012 I AM |
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