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Your Mistake

Who am I?

I am Death, unfinished.

****** cuts covering me

Inch by dying inch.

Chained by strangely beautiful screams.

Stitches on your lips.

Awaken me,the ****** my love.

Speak quietly, my heart.

We are strange, the ones caught in between.

We will wait for you.

Revengeful we will come to you,

when you breathe your last breath.

Hunting silently,

I run wild. Barefooted in the woods.

Searching, searching, searching.

For you to **** For your neck to break.

Your blood will be the one spilled this time.

Next time check  the pulse before you walk away.

That was your mistake.

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Written by
yve
American
Published
Jun 26, 2013
Lines·Words
19·101
Notes

I've posted this poem on my deviantart also (moongirl64).

This poem is something I just thought of one day.

It's about a girl left in the woods to die only to find out she

is able to get up and find the man who (tried) to **** her.

In the end is she able to take her revenge.

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