Creepy Haikus
See My Reflection It stares back at me again I don't know what's real The crows speak to me They tell me that life goes on We all die one day Cut my face shaving My blood spilled all over the sink Why do I see teeth The walls can see me I see their eyes open at night Now on the ceiling My bones feel itchy Scratching beneath the soft flesh That arm isn't mine I like sharp knives The blade has a sharp fine edge Do you feel it too I fell again today Voices in my head whisper my name As I scratch my brain
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