Slaughter House


Beware i have a empty soul

i am searching for the unknown

before you come over

know where your going

Please bring smokes there.s

is no health code here

Don.t worry about the music

there,s always a far out beat here

before you knock

know where your knocking

before you enter please read

the disclaimer

no one who enters gets out alive

no matter how hard you try or cry

before you drink remember we love

to get drunk on blood over wine

before you love you first

must love to hate

everyone here gets burned by someone

here no worries everyone is

a freak in the sheets

before you kill you

gotta love blood

because if you play with a knife

your going to get cut

this life is just a slaughter house

where no one gets outta live.

About https://poetbblog.wordpress.com

I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
This entry was posted in Adult, dark, depression, Drugs, mature, Poetry, soul. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Slaughter House

  1. Heartafire says:

    all in fun, right? Nice job.

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