.....It was my end, I was sure,
I told myself, I'll cry no more.
Death gets bored, when he can't kill,
My backyard was a dead body hill.
Innocent people, are easy to find,
Death was inside my mind.
A smily face, is an easy bait,
Pulls in people, don't have to wait.
I never liked, what I enjoyed,
I cried so hard, and death was annoyed.
He told me "brother, I don't like to wait,
Bring me people, use your bait!"
Standing here, on top of the hill,
I think I'll jump, I'm sure I will.
I will jump,
And I will die.
I promise myself,
I'll never cry!.....
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
