Choose a target,
slice their necks.
Drink their blood,
who is next?
Massacre towns,
burn cities.
Giggle and ask,
"Isn't that pretty?"
Rip out hearts,
stop the lungs.
Break bones,
sing a love song.
This is fun.
By me
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Thơ caJust poems. Those of my own or favourite poets. Maybe a twist in(of) both. Poems of my thoughts,emotions and feels. Poems on what might and what has happened. Not all of them are by me. All rights go to the poems from the poets who write them.
