Description: I hate 12 year old bisexuals, but that isn't the discription of it, I just had nothing to put here. Hahahahahahahah. DD Well, enjoy my poem, plz.
Alone once more.
In the darkest depth of the shadows.
That damn whispering starts again.
Disclosure of things of which I should not know.
Direful thoughts, Guilty faults,
Will I be abandoned once more?
Will the drops of scarlet hit the floor?
The firey sensation of the scars left behind.
Nothing matters, nothing is fine.
So I take the straight edge,
And dig deeper into my soul
And burn deeper into my heart...