Morbid things

by Annie   Aug 6, 2008


Everything is so gross.
Everything is so disgusting,
but everyone likes it.
I don't know why,
but I write it.
Morbid love poems,
morbid everything.
Gore, blood,
guts, and bones.
Killing, and
hurting people.
Lovers against
lovers. Friends
against friends.
Hurting people
without meaning to.
Getting drunk,
and abused.
Why does everyone
like morbid things?

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