I hate you.
You grotesque thing.
No reason for living
except to **** a human being.
The length of my pinkie nail,
like needles and pins
grasping for the attention of my skin,
but to no avail.
Little thing with little life,
the beauty of red;
Death is your meaning of being,
your scarlet fountain of youth
is my strife.
Oh you grotesque butterfly
on four instead of two
give me your kiss;
violet and deep ocean.
You vampyre of humanity
your life is unfair
but so discerning.
I hate you.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
I hate you.
You grotesque thing.
No reason for living
except to **** a human being.
The length of my pinkie nail,
like needles and pins
grasping for the attention of my skin,
but to no avail.
Little thing with little life,
the beauty of red;
Death is your meaning of being,
your scarlet fountain of youth
is my strife.
Oh you grotesque butterfly
on four instead of two
give me your kiss;
violet and deep ocean.
You vampyre of humanity
your life is unfair
but so discerning.
I hate you.
Some of these poems have no titles. Also as per usual, the images have no reference to the poems, any relation is creation of your own design. They're old poems I found from high school - college. They're mostly terrible but I don't like keeping the old papers. So.. here.
