Ms. Mary was a paranoid woman
Sounds taunted her.
Ms. Mary was loosing it—lost it
Every week at midnight she found peace
Ripping apart her victims
Running away from her sanity
Yells for help were ignored.
Mutilation was taking place
Under the stars
Red stained the walls
Deep slashes were made
Every week at midnight
Raving mad Mary scouted her victims.
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Death by Poetry
PuisiFeatures: Cemetery Ms. Merry Murder These are poems I have written. I really love to write poetry; it eases my mind from all the dark thoughts. These poems will be sad-ish, mostly revolving around death. It may be a persons death or a metaphorical d...
