Art Is Hate Poem by Taylor Donnelly
Art Is Hate
Look into my eyes
tell me not to cry
hold me in your arms
keep me away from all life's harms
I scream for you at the top of my lungs
it seems to me I'm speaking in tongue
Day and night I sit here waiting
I know my life is surly fading
i lay here in a pool of blood dying
It's time now i've stop trying
Bleeding and dead from a bullet through the heart
Blood stains the wall like beautiful art.
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