The killer has returned
And he brought his killing tool
He slices through my feet, and I'm taken down
I thought I was safe. Now who's the fool?
I feel myself dying inside
And it's not just emotions that are dying
I'm feeling weaker, my spine of vine is withering
It sounds cliché, but I'm not lying
I'm being dragged by the killer
I'm put on a hard ground
I feel the ground move away
I know I won't again be found
I'm still barely alive
When the ground begins to slow
There's a bigger building
What will become of me, I don't want to know
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Nature poems
PoetryNature is a beautiful sight She knows how to make a show But don't trust humans to do what's right They kill everything, from young deer to even that crow *** I'll be writing many haikus here. There will be a few ordinary poems, but it will mostly b...
