Death Turns Red Poem by Austin Rush

Death Turns Red



When I'm dead
I'll turn your skin red,
And make fun of you.
You did what you did,
Now I have slits,
On my arms all the time
You said what you said,
You left me with threats,
Now I think It's time,
To get some rope,
Tie it around my throat,
And make sure that i choke.

Thursday, February 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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