Posted in Poems


Don’t tell me I should live
Until you have a reason
Don’t save this worn down skin
Until you’ve seen the demon
Don’t look within my inwards
Until you’ve read the warning
It’s written in tears of blood
From a time of unseen mourning
Don’t ask those simple questions
Those ones that I detest
For it is the simple questions
That makes a heart possessed
Discontinue your reading
Of the poem you now recite
For this poem will self-destruct
Just as your means of sight


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