Rust
Come with me where the dead winds hum
I will show you the creatures my mind controls
They are gnashing and and gnawing at the exposed bones
Bleaching in the light of truth
The skin I have shed
Was easily bruised
Now I battle at will
My armor thickens with every kill
In this abrasive dust
I lubricate my joints with blood lust
I know one day I will rust
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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