Swish,
swish,
the guillotine draws near..
Notice the crusted blood on its edge,
the smell of copper fills the air..
Struggle,
scream,
makes no difference to me..
I'm enjoying myself,
listening to your pathetic pleas..
Oh how the tables have turned,
now it's you that fears me..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems Darkness
Teen Fiction2nd. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series, Darkness. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
