Death, Sex and Violence (Darkness)
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Please note that some of these poems have rather violent content so I would like to warn all readers to practice discretion; especially towards those poems with an asterik. Not for the faint hearted.
Language may be offensive.
Mental hospital, what it was like, on the other side

lock the fucking door
No need to be remembered
We do not love you

Each day is hectic
Plastic knives everywhere
Children screaming over my thoughts

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Welcoming new ones
We all plan on dying
yet it doesn't work

Maybe if we all get our plastic knives
And finger nails
We will accomplish
Death

Trees decay daily.
Maturing a sequoia
is an achievement.
The poet's parents really did send him to a mental hospital
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