My Killers Are...A Poem by dramamine
My killers are quiet and fresh,
They move with the trembles of my flesh. My killers are pretty and made to allure, They dull innocence with heart´s so pure. My killers are vile and in my soul, They will never let go until they have control. My killers created me from limbs and hate, They sharpen their teeth to imitate. My killers crush the colors and inhale, They cut me through the dream´s broken veil. My killers stalk and hunt, They´re outside and in front. My killers are needy and bitter, They stay hidden in streets buried beneath litter. My killers breathe light and dark, They find shelter in your skin´s spark. My killers are repressed and in love, Their desire has a heart to feed, decomposing from above. My killers are you and I, They´re inside us, dwelling behind blind eyes.
© 2016 dramamine
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StatsAuthordramamineThe ShireAboutYou can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..Writing
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