That Type Of Guy Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

That Type Of Guy

Well, it was 3: 02 a.m.
He came into my room again;
hell-wise, doom-paralyzed
with that type of guy
He just hovers about
cutting and cutting my heart out
Sunday shadow-sick boy
calls me his bright Darkness toy;
his rebel reality-rag doll,
whispering that I dreamed it all...

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poem from the upcoming book, Confessions of A Dead Petal ©RaVenGhost Press 2024
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