They say my imagination is too wild for real possibilities, but that can't stop me from trying to make it reality.
I'll make my own wonderland for my favorite people to enjoy. For always and eternity, they'll be in my utopia of a void.
You like to play in water? Well, so do I! Here, I made a pool of blood for you to try!
It's still a little low, so I'll take your donations. If it wasn't for my guests, we wouldn't have my creations.
You both say you're in love, but you can't share thoughts. No need to fear. I'll just take a hollow pole and stick it into each of your ears.
There's no need to stand. Here, take a seat. You don't like my chairs? Okay, I'll dangle you by your feet.
Hold still, I need new ribbons to decorate. I didn't slice too deep this time, so yours will do great.
What's the matter, little buddy? You're not too short for this ride. It's called a wood chipper. You'll finally learn how to divide!
Right this way ma'am, just go right through. Look! It a life sized family portrait, and all it needs is you!
It's so fun in here! Just take a look around. That's why everyone who comes makes a screaming sound.
My dark red wonderland with my dark blue people. It may smell in here, but at least it's not lethal.
Come here, stay forever, never leave! You'll be so thrilled you won't be able to breath.
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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...
