Cross my heart,
The one you broke,
I hope you die,
I hope you choke.
No one here likes you,
Go away!
Or die today!
Get a clue.
What's left to do?
When you show up broken, crying,
Well, I told you.
Leave me now and never comeback,
Cry, cry, cry,
Go have a fucking heart attack,
WHORE.
To hell you go,
Don't make this a show.
Go to your home,
Go, just go!
On my property?
Hold on tight,
Just one sec,
I have the right!
I'll grab my shotgun,
I'll make you a site.
Drenched in red,
Will make up for the things you said.
The things you did...
To my heart, my soul and mind.
Crying, "Why?! Why?!"
Because I didn't die,
Die when you left me,
Oh I tried!
Feebly tied,
But SNAP!
My stupid rope broke.
So I coughed out my heart and chopped it in the blender,
Wanna peer?
Come, Love,
Just stick your head in here.
Cross my heart,
The one you broke,
I hope you die,
I hope you choke.
Knives,
They're fun to play with,
I have a thousand knives in my basement.
Come on you'll enjoy it too,
Just let me show you.
I'll force a smile right into that face,
A smile your frown will never replace.
I'll cut you into pieces,
I'll take my time.
What's the rush when you took it all?
Once I am done I too will take a fall.
After I slaughter the rest of the all...
Darling,
My love.
Feel my chest.
It is empty!
It is bare!
Hollow from despair.
So don't blame me;
It's only fair.
I'll even cross my heart,
The one you broke,
I hope you die,
I hope you choke!
Splat!
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To Kill a Poet.
PoetryI hate poems. They really suck, but then again, they do it well... So, Kit, you're welcomed to browse here if you have nothing better to do. However, if periodic sadism or provocative content tends to be quite unsettling to you, (in other words, if...
