"Psychopath"
One, two, and three.
These are the dead people, I see.
Flows out a deep crimson red sea.
Frightened as I wanted to ran and flee,
But invisible hands held and I was unable to set free.
Tortured by the wrathful souls of three,
A bitter-sweet revenge exclusive for me.
A murderer gone on a killing spree.
October 22, 2019. 7:48 PM.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
