Third eye
Ding dong,
The bells ring marking twelve o'clock sharp,
like the knife in my hand,
the blood spreading on the floor,
like a raging wildfire,
consuming everything it touches...
The once bright pink hair, now a mess with blood,
a once white shirt, now almost completely red,
The third eye...
Her third eye...
It drew me in...
It drew me in...
To do this..
And it was fun...
Maybe we can do it again some time...
Natsuki... ;)
This poem is about:
Our world