It was pitch black outside so I decided to go creeping,
It's all your fault you're here when you should've been sleeping,
now you're running in the forrest scarred to death while weeping.
Don't run, there is no use now so why hide?
you had decided your fate when you stepped outside,
it's as if you were contemplating to commit suicide.
Darling don't struggle, don't scream or cry,
there is no hope for you so don't even try,
no matter what you do you're still going to die.
I couldn't help it sweety, i had to go psycho tonight,
guess you shouldn't have been roaming the forrest without a light,
it's too late now because you're going to die without so much as a fight.
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Variety of Poems
شِعرit's sort of a collection of dark love poems and other random topics or ideas.