Blood And Flesh

Though all the things
That draws thee near
Thy blood and flesh
Had none but fear

Tis’ Retched hands
Left unstill
Thy hours come
For thee to kill

Thy clock ticks,
Thy hearts last beat
Thou leanest in
For thee’s tasty treat

Though all the things
That draws thee near
Thy blood and flesh
Had none but fear

by Megan Thomas

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this is an awsome poem