I've been longing to kill that thingy
Despite it never has really hurt meI'll enjoy taking away its life
Can't wait for it to make me angryUgh, I loathe it from my guts
My heartlessness is a certaintyI wonder what way I will kill it
God, of its blood I'm so thirstyA knife? Blade? Poison? Or a pistol?
Probably I'll use the most dirtyI'll push it to hate itself the most
By offering it the worst kinds of agonyNot even hell would forgive me
For what I'm about to do to my thingyI'll cast my stones, I'll cast my judgements
I'll lead the way to pure insanityDear thingy, why don't you self destruct?
Add a chapter to my cursed storySlit your wrists, slaughter your throat
Now lay down and count to thirtyDrowning in a pool of your own blood
Right now I can't be more happy
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Shitty Poetic Lines
PoetryI'm going to post every single poem I write here. This book clearly shows how I got better in writing. One of the things is that my first poems were all in just four lines, in time I was able to write longer ones. I'm not deleting my first works a...