Skin Deep

My poem


1. Skin deep

It call ms,

It call me near,

It calls me far.

Everywhere i go.

It calls me.


I am so alone.

With no hope.

Is this a bad dream ?

will i ever wake up ?


Down by the river,

which turns red.

Pools streaming down my mind,

my heart, my soul.


The desire is irristable,

the effect is incredible,

the fact is horrible.


With the soul and mind,

i did what i done.

No where to hide,

The deed is done.

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