The Darker Side of MeMature

((uhmmmm I'll be adding to this over a long period of time))

come.take a peek
at the girl you hold dear,
look at her closely:

i have no tricks up my sleeve,
just bruises and cuts,
some that still find time
to bleed,
my veins beg to be emptied,
they cry for release,
this is the darker side
of me.

The End

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