Vampire PoemBlood is RedVeins are BlueKeep your distanceOr I'll bite you
radiomy heart's a radiostuck on one uncertainwave of static since it broke.don't blame meif the love isn't pureI'm still tuning.but you say it's fine,that my voice is yourfavourite song.
nostalgia is poisoncall me a hoarder if youwant.i steal memories fromnettle-strewn alleywaysand crystallized diningrooms,collect them inkisses and nasty littlescars.i can't seem to partwith them, no matter howseverely they threaten myhealth
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girlwith smiles hidden deep downin her pockets, and she'd onlygive them out to the most deserving.when the quarter hour of her lifestruck, however, things changed.her world was painted blackon accident, millions of shadesturned ashy due to a sicknessthat breeds on those emptyspaces between words.she was dropped into summercovered in homemade scars,and with summer, her innocencewas eaten away. pinned to a bedlike prey, she watched herselfconsumed into anotherhuman.(this world is the 7 a.m. frostleft on winter windows. and it scares me)
six words concerning depressiondo you feel yourself drowning yet?
11:47roses are redviolets are bluecompliments mean nothingwhen coming from you.don't tell me i'm skinnydon't call me fatjust acknowledge i'm humanand leave it at that.