Krank
02/10/2021
He wears a smile
It's him I thank
My thoughts are vile
He sank his teeth
Into my skin
He leaves beneath
The beds of kin
He growls
He screams
My ears
They bleed
My dreams
Will leave
Will leave
My heart
Will bleed
My wrist
Has line's
So forgive me please
These empty rhymes
My lines you read
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