Bled AwayA Poem by GeistTwisted in sin This time you can't win Flesh ripped like tissue paper Blood stained and mud covered You'll beg once more Fallen on deaf ears Sleep with the street rats tonight I have no pitty for your troubles Bring onto me your hate For you little girl it's too f*****g late © 2008 Geist |
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Added on February 12, 2008 Author
GeistPark Falls, WIAboutI'm just an average 26 year old guy living in Northern WI. I write dark disturbing poetry I'm told. I tend not to like much of what I write and don't consider myself very good at all. I'm just here to.. more..Writing
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