Blood

I can hear the clock ticking.

My ears are bleeding.

I hear your voice in my head.

I am choking on my spit and you're snickering.

I wish I could hate you.

You revel in the blood pouring from my veins.

There's a drop in temperature, and I know you're here.

My blood is cold.

I drop dead, and you're laughing.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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