So, there's this voice, right?
And it whispers things in my ear;
Things I desperately want to hear
Of death and gore and so much more.
And this voice.
It knows me so well.
It laughs at all my jokes!
And tells me I'm going to hell!
Oh, it's very splendid you see.
To know someone who is just like me!
The crazy things we do.
Like killing all the animals locked in the zoo.
Don't get mad at us,
We were setting them free;
Free from those cages
Where they couldn't flee!
Or when we go knocking on doors
And stabbing people til they're dead!
Dead! Dead! Dead!
On they're blood soaked floors!
Come join in this killing spree!
We'll have so much fun;
You, Me and the voice makes three!
So much could get done!
The voice isn't happy.
Hm, you've upset it.
Oh me, oh my
I guess it's time for you to die.
I'm very sorry I have to do this.
But I'll make sure you're comfy
As you're chained to the wall.
Hehe don't be silly! You won't fall!
Tsk, tsk
Now stop your screaming
It shouldn't hurt much
I'm just draining you of your blood.
The voice says good-night.
Good-night. I hope you burn in hell!
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
