This is a war zone
Where our knives are honed
And our skills are sharp
Still our minds are warped
This war zone has a melody played by a harp
We're running on sand
This war zone on land
I know this ending will be grand
Our skills better in our hand
Patronizing our enemy
Keeping them away holding our remedy
I have a feeling we shan't fail
And our fake ship shall sail
We won't see hail
We'll win this and have a great tail
This is a war zone
We don't win alone
Everyone with a broken bone
That graved stone
Where we lie
Because we may have won
But in the end our lives are done.
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoetryIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
