With flaming red eyes
I got nothing but a bloody knife
And a caliber on my side,
I'll kill you without thinking twice.
I love to see those begging cries
With my orbs, cold as ice
Tears falling through your cheeks
Stop being such a weak,
Or I'll kill you quick.
Seeing blood, awakens my lust
Lick it fast, 'cuz it's a must
Let's play a game,
Called begging for my name.
At day, I'll let you hide
And I'll find you at night,
So excited to see your face drain in color
As I smile while murdering you over and over.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA compilation of poetries made by me. "You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts." -Kahlil Gibran
