I can hear you running
I can sense your fear
Your heartbeat is gunning
Let's end this my dear.
It's not like it will hurt for long
Just be still and take the pain
You're too strong
You little stain.
Die already!
Nobody wants to see filth run wild!
Little cuts will line your body,
As you die in a burning fire.
I'll listen to your scream
Watching you burn
I promise I'm not mean,
But next's it your turn.
YOU ARE READING
Little Whispers In The Dark
PoetrySomeone in the world lets the devil inside win at some point No I'm not a satanist. I swear, some people need reality checks on twisted people and satanist. TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLES YOU!
