Deathwish For Your Enemy
Fall Fall far Fall fast Air whistling through your ears Into death’s own Painful, wrenching Never regretting Hands of torment Burn Burn hot Burn long Flames ripping apart your skin In the devil’s Violent, scorching Always cremating flames of punishment Or Trip on the curb and fall into a bus.
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I'm 17 years old, I love to snowboard and skateboard. My favorite poet is Charles Bukowski, because of his blunt, emotional poems (No beatin' round the bush with him). I got into poetry when I was 13 years old, when my grandmother passed away. She...
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