Onto the shag carpet of Hell you drag me
Your fingers crushing my skin
Bruised inside and out.
Your cruelty pressing into me, no chance of escape.
Silently, I cry.
I wrote this last night. I'm pretty sure this is my first poem in a long time. I used to write all the time.
Your fingers crushing my skin
Bruised inside and out.
Your cruelty pressing into me, no chance of escape.
Silently, I cry.
I wrote this last night. I'm pretty sure this is my first poem in a long time. I used to write all the time.
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I like the shag carpets of hell line....Shag carpets you don't picture in hell but it works and it gets your mind thinking.
I like the emotion in it.