Fin Metz Poems

My anger,
Bottled up like cola,
About to fizz and burst,
About to unleash what's within.
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Staring into the deep,
I wonder what I will see,
Tiny little moving shapes,
Or my little demons waiting for me.
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Bound by the feelings of love,
The rhythmic sound of our hearts beating as one,
I embrace the chains that bring me closer to you,
I adore the heart that was given to me to love you,
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Slowly sinking into the skin,
I watch as the blood comes out from within,
Covering my hands in a crimson tint,
I watch as his life force burns out like a splint.
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The small petals of a flower,
Slowly falling as they die,
Reminds me of a clock,
And when that clock strikes twelve,
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The melody of the blade:


I can hear it's song,
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