Sketchpad Poem

Lips filled with poison caress my neck

Clawed fingers press against my breast

There is nothing I can do...

Loving words tainted with hate circle my ears

Emotions from forgotten times return

I wish a could forget this...

Pull my head back and ready your blade

You can't kill someone who's already dead

Nothing can end my suffering...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

bored+VS card game+art

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