Craving for blood and flesh,
Human meat that smells so fresh;
Salivating and thirsty for more,
Stomach aching as it has large space to store.
Dark-red blood scattered on the floor,
Pinning the victim behind the door;
Punching and kicking the core,
Die... die... that's for sure.
Enjoying their screams of pain and agony,
Music to the ears which madness turned into happy;
It's satisfying... the one that has to look for,
The one deserves to be addicted... a dangerous drug without a cure.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoesíaMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
