These uninspiring rhymes get so tiring. I only write about murderous crimes because its admiring.
I'm obsessed with the thought of blood gushing. Even imagining it gets my adrenaline rushing.
I just want to choke a bastard to death, until he has no breath. I crave it more than an druggy who has no meth.
But I know I can't do it, so I write it in poem. "It's just a form of art" I say so that I can show them.
But in all actuality, it's what I would do if I could kill you. That's why I have a tattoo of the phrase "If you only knew".
But there's no need to fear me, it's not like I'll do it. I don't want to go to prison for that kind of shit.
It's only the murderous thoughts that come to me so vividly. I bet you'd probably throw up if you could see.
Blood gargling screams, saws ripping through flesh, guts spilling through seams, blood while it's fresh.
The crackling sounds of their joints, a conscious dissection, using chainsaws for massacres, adding to my skull collection.
I say all these things, but there's no reason to fear. It's not like I'd do it... Do I sound sincere?
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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...
