Poems from The Frozen Arsonist
The first time is more of an accident.
You didn't plan it,
but it happened.
You had thought about it.
Considered it.
But didn't imagine you...
I've wandered into the morbid side of life and I don't plan on coming back.
You can chase me all you want, but you'll just get hurt in this...
The nails are chewed all the way off.
Bleeding; skin peeling.
It helps the nervousness.
The arms are scarred up and down.
Cut; skin...
Starting to run,
crying tears of blood.
Ambushed by my own demons.
Remembering the stupid decisions.
Enduring the pain delt by my own hand...
Through the glass,
she sees a person she hates.
A big pile of ugly mass;
a twisted game of fate.
The person never forgives and never loves...