An emulation of the song Drunken Sailor by the Irish Rovers

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm⚠️

The fire in my soul has started to die.

I have never been one to eat my words

Trial iii: Purple By: The Mad Poetess

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation and self harm⚠️

My secret?

(how can I bury a weapon when it is still embedded in my spine?)

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

Would you just fucking stop with the ass-kissing, already?

When the Dionaea Muscipula flowers, the remaining traps wilt

~ ⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm and suicidal ideation⚠️

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