Bloody

I getting scared,
scared on my own existance.
Fingers keep gliding,
my heart keep mashing,
my soul is breaking,
my body is distorting.

Is there a way out..??Hell no!
No,it doesn't seem so.
Stabbers are your own ones
They whisper shy cons
Near in blood
Nearer the bloody.

They pretend they love
But they carry hand hoe.
The home stinks
And homely stings.
Beware of them
They put blame.

Shape yourself
Make thyself.

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