Stalker
Wow. Spur of the moment writing. So, I tried to make a poem that rhymes this time. But it doesn't have a syllable count and stuff. It looked stalker-ish... D: Don't shoot me. All my poems (Read: Total crap writing...) turn out this way.
I don't even know how I got into the Literary guild with the poems I make... ._. Hold my hand and get electrocuted 'cause how dare you forget my name and let me die And then I'll take your corpse like we're newlyweds I can have my revenge and end it with a sigh So don't apologize, and stop talking And then I'd take your finger, and give it a ring... while I bury your corpse in the middle of a desert The vultures and the cacti will be our witnesses Maybe I'll kill myself too and meet each other in hell You'll looks so pretty in your wedding dress I'll watch your corpse when I bury you in a well so fall, and fall, FALL INTO HELL! INTO HELL! And we can meet, In glorious fields of Asphodel We'll meet in hell So, don't say sorry, 'cause you'll never leave my side... No, not anymore, 'cause in the trunk... Your corpse will ride Because, no, I carry my chainsaw and there's no place to hide... So, let's bleed together, and bleed as our blood mixes on the floor As we die by the door So fall, AND FALL IN TO HELL! There we'll meet! In the asphodel Fields! |
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