Bad Choice Poem by Chris Tiganescu
Bad Choice
Blood-lusts hands, deprived eyes,
basking in fiery eyes, taken hold
of by a twisted fate, and forced to
tear apart, break skins protection
and conquer with blood of man,
and sheet of metal, tongues ridden
with twisted words of anger,
superior in darkness, two hearts
intertwined, both a broken skin,
both a mind of bashful anger and
sadness, both so desperate... who
had found the wrong outlet
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