You Know It’s A Bad Night For Me When I’m Spamming Poems And Half Of Them Are Bitter

You know there’s a method to the madness
Carving more than just letters into palms
To press them together into one last prayer
Before the noose slips over
And I slip away.

Scaled reptiles have cold blood
And so do the dead—
Let me die for once
So the heat of my veins
Matches the ones in my arteries.

I’m more than manipulative,
I’m evil—
So very much so
That I just want revenge in its purest form,
The one that hits the heart.

Goodbyes are for the sane
And ones wishing to be forgotten,
So I’ll leave you with more than hope
To leave you hanging,
Like the way I hang from the ceiling.

You Know It’s A Bad Night For Me When I’m Spamming Poems And Half Of Them Are Bitter

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