Unending Peril

by X Harlea X   Dec 28, 2013

As I sit here with this knife in my hand,
I'll map you out my brilliant plan.
Walls of whites and shades of blue,
All get stained because of you.
Over the river and up the road,
Let's see these blood veins explode.
Look at the mess I've become,
The monster's demands are done.
One final cut and I'll show the world,
The cries of a young woman's unending peril.


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  • 6 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    This one felt different to me. No matter how many time I read it, it still feels different. Theres an emotion in thisone that I can't describe. I really like the way it draws you in and holds the readers attention. Still feels different but it was great.