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Bloodied throats
Spilled Guts
Eaten intestines
Gorging Cuts
Finger Slices
Vomited cheeks
Messy Suicides
Organ leaks
Blunt decapitations
Gory deaths
Rotting corpses
Last breaths
Unaccountable murders
Steaming flesh
Buried bodies
Wanted fresh
Jagged remains
Unknown faces
Chipped teeth
Someone’s braces
Dead witnesses
Wondering cops
Scared citizens
Nothing stops
Spilled Guts
Eaten intestines
Gorging Cuts
Finger Slices
Vomited cheeks
Messy Suicides
Organ leaks
Blunt decapitations
Gory deaths
Rotting corpses
Last breaths
Unaccountable murders
Steaming flesh
Buried bodies
Wanted fresh
Jagged remains
Unknown faces
Chipped teeth
Someone’s braces
Dead witnesses
Wondering cops
Scared citizens
Nothing stops
Literature
Self Harm
When you look into the mirror
See that person staring back
You know that it's not who you were
And slowly start to crack
That person has become you
You can feel it in your veins
The moment overtakes you
And to take away your pain...
You hate the person you've become
But there's nothing left to do
The nightmare's just beginning so
You have to see it through
The pain you're feeling has to end
Everyone around you lied
It consumes your very mortal soul
It burns you deep inside...
So reach for the vodka
Reach for the blade
Knock back yet another shot
Without the lemonade
Apply the pressure, break the skin
You're going round
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Blood
I skim my fingers across the gash
smiling, i see it again, it all went CRASH!
i giggle a little, and lick the stain
oh don't worry, I'm not going insane
my love for it, that thick crimson blood
has gotten me all warm inside, not wanting to hide
i just love the smell, of that hot liquidy paste
almost as much, as i love its crisp salty taste
you may think im crazy, but i assure you I'm not
I'll just sit and stare, as u silently rot
I wont kill you yet, not till you bleed
and i am finally done, with my last deed
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It is what the title says. Gore. My friend loves this poem. probably because she is weird and loves all things gore. But, hey, so do I. A lot of my friends couldn't finish this poem. They got sick lol. I feel so good about this poem. hahahahaha
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Interesting but way too edgy.