The Death Poems: Collection 3

Nightmare

My body was abandoned in a ditch

After a very cruel and gruesome crime

The killer was a spiteful, mean witch

And now she has nothing but her time

So I'll make her life a living nightmare

And haunt her every waking dream

I will fill her internal core with fear

And make her every word end in a scream

The image of when she had killed me

Will be forever burned in her hateful eyes

I will keep her from being close to free

And I will reveal all of her hates and lies

She will regret and hate all she has done

Until the very day she will die

She will regret what she did to everyone

Until in the ground she will lie

I will make her every day a nightmare

In which she will never be free

I will make her life filled with fear

So she'll regret what she did to me