Bled Away

A Poem by Geist

Twisted in sin

This time you can't win

Flesh ripped like tissue paper

Blood stained and mud covered

You'll beg once more

Fallen on deaf ears

Sleep with the street rats tonight

I have no pitty for your troubles

Bring onto me your hate

For you little girl it's too f*****g late

© 2008 Geist

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Added on February 12, 2008

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Geist

Park Falls, WI

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I'm just an average 26 year old guy living in Northern WI. I write dark disturbing poetry I'm told. I tend not to like much of what I write and don't consider myself very good at all. I'm just here to.. more..