It was one bright day,
In the middle of the night,
Two dead boys,
Got up to fight,
Back to back,
They faced one another,
They drew their swords,
And shot each other,
A deaf policemen,
He heard the noise,
And he came and killed those two dead boys
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
