ItsSammy Posted October 3, 2019 Share Posted October 3, 2019 (edited) Who's Is It? I wake up with blood on my hands From whom? I know not But crimson covers my tangled hair strands And I fear they soon will rot ... Give way to another day And spend everything I bring All these words I will say Have no affect on anything I wake up with blood under my nails From whom? I know not But this crimson forms liquid details I fear bring too much thought ... Give way to another night And spend everything I am All these things I scream in fright Paralyze my diaphragm I wake up with blood on my teeth From whom? I know not But my tongue, crimson hides underneath And I taste every drop ... sickening, coppery, hot Who's is it? Edited October 3, 2019 by ItsSammy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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