I let some bodies stay assembled,
But I didn't do that too often,
Out of everyone that I killed,
There was only one coffin,
The rest of my victims were too discombobulated,
Nobody wanted to see,
During their funeral, as everyone cried,
I stood silently with glee,
The sight of blood excites me,
Their screams give me a rush,
I knew it was wrong, what I did,
I thought the evidence would flush,
I desire to go back into society,
But I can't deny that I did it,
I just wanted to live out my fantasy,
At least you know I admit it,
I want to be a normal person,
I want to be like you,
If you let me go back home,
I will no longer continue,
Don't give me the death penalty,
I'm not ready to meet my maker,
Give me time to get him to like me,
I can be quite the faker,
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Pile the Dead
Poetry"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good R...
