Cold blooded murder
Is waiting to knock on your door.
Waiting for blood to spill on
Your polished marble floor.
He's waiting very politely
For you to let him in.
At the time don't yet realise
That he'll commit a cold blooded sin.
To be honest, he's just a little bored.
He wants something new.
His mask is revealed, you're a goner!
And at last he holds his blade true.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
