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Blood. Lies. Alibis
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They tell a twisted tale.
Murderous intentions,
Leaving bleeding bodies frail.
Blood. Lies. Alibis.
He sits there and he smiles.
He sees the news and knows his mask
Will haunt this town for quite awhile.
Blood. Lies. Alibis.
Why? Is this some sick sort of game?!
Why does he, in his victims' blood,
Spell out the letters to my name?
Blood. Lies. Alibis.
He enjoys my paranoid panicky pace.
Is he watching me tonight?
My mind and my heart race.
Blood. Lies. Alibis.
Will they find him or he find me?
My mind searches for answers.
Why now? Why them? Why me?
Blood. Lies. Alibis.
They tell a twisted tale.
Murderous intentions,
Leaving bleeding bodies frail.
as i read your portfolio i
as i read your portfolio i did not expect to read something so deep that i had to stop for a minute and remember a 17 year old was writing it!!!!! its definately an amazing piece and very graphic....but it fits!!!!! keep up the good work!!!!!
Thanks
Thank you! :)
-Bryson T. Staley
Glad to hear you're
Glad to hear you're sane
Though your poem's full of pain
Or perhaps is it fear?
It's either way, from over here.
I enjoy the poem very much
But I won't bore you with "such-&-such"
So one last thing I say to you
To thine self be ever true.
(Continue writing.)
Your Friend,
~Seraphim~
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
Thank u ! :D
Thank u ! :D
-Bryson T. Staley