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Jun 2013 · 357
Your Mistake
Yve Jun 2013
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.
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.
Jun 2013 · 301
No. Really.
Yve Jun 2013
It's fine, really.
I'm just bleeding.
Inside my heart is beating.
At an unsteady flowing.
While I keep my secret.
And you can keep your disruption.
While my mind falls though the fissures.
As you cut my soul with scissors.
Unable to become anyone.
I am done.

— The End —