People glare
the hate starts to flare
but do I care
I have my knife in hand
as you land upon the floor
bye bye evil glare
you are no more
nobody will understand
why I hate the world so much
but when its red
I grin with glee
for I am free
free to be the cold person I am
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Sick and twisted poems
PoetryMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
