Sweeter than Heaven
Hotter than Hell
One look into his eyes
And you're under his spell
It's a game that he plays
As he stalks in the night
Like predator and prey
Don't try to fight
He feeds on their souls
The kill is the fun
No matter how long it takes
He'll get the job done
When you are next
Don't say his name
Don't run or scream
Or you're playing his game
He kills whenever he wants
No reason or rhyme
When you see your fears
You know it's your time
Angel of death
The grim reaper
Once you catch his eye
He knows you're a keeper
In the blink of an eye
All in one breath
When you look in his eyes
You can see it
Death
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Gah! I actually wrote a poem I don't hate. What do you guys think? Should I write more poems or stick to quotes? Well that's all for now
R.I.P- Alice
