Kelly Radomski

A Gift To Me

A filth that's wreaking havoc, no ablution can make clean.
Voices that stir echoes, a reason, left unseen.

Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind
Like a needle needs a vein, or the man that needs his kind.

A knife inserted slowly, full penetration through my heart.
Just yesterday, beat strongly, before it came apart.

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