i sit alone and watch you sleeping,
you dont know...
your death is near,
i wished youd die.
so im making a shuting star,
as a freind of mine
said(the stars taste blood)
i wish upon this blood thirsted star
in hope you die,die under
my blade i feel the warmth
the warmtth of your blood
as it runs down your arm
in wich is hanging down beside your bed.
as i bite into your neck...
i feel powerfull.
know my thirst is quenched
your corps my rot in hell,
but not untill im there to see it.
i garentee my death is soon,
for i found your razor
then sudenly held it to my stomach,
in secound thought ill go to the kichen.
and use your butcher knife,
i love the cold eternal pain
it brigs but happily
my life is ended im now in hell hell,
where i so richly deseve to be !! for thy pain is eternal
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The Dragon's soul Collection
PuisiA collection of poetry I have written over the years, some are soul baring and others are just the confused ramblings of my sick and twisted mind. They call me The Dragon, these poems are my soul.