Scent of Death

Your words cut deeper

Than broken glass

Ever could.



You know where to strike

To obtain

The deepest wound.



Hate me, hate yourself

Obliterate all positive feeling

For anyone.



Your jealousy is frustrating

He doesn’t want you back,

Never will.



Your veil needs to be lifted

You need to be revealed

As your true self.



Selfish bitch

Composing a symphony

Of lies and deceit.



Am I the only one

Who can smell

Your scent of death?

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Clayton Derby's picture

OMG.... what a great poem!!!

stacey's picture

wow thats a really cool poem