His mouth is open, his teeth do gleam.
The monster comes to hear you scream.
He haunts the clearings and fairy rings,
He sets his traps, with ghostly things.
This monster does not have a name,
He just has hatred, no money or fame.
But fear not, sweet Children, fear not and don't be blue,
He only hunts the bad kids, and you're not bad... ARE you?
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This one was very childish, but oh well.
YOU ARE READING
Poison, by any other name is just as deadly: Poetry
PoetryDark poems about death and sadness. I write them to get anger out of my system do I can live more happily. I post em so you can get all depressed.
