Screams filled my ears
They echo louder than I'll ever hear
Everyone knows about what goes down
But they can't stop these people from hitting the ground...
Mothers, brothers, sisters, friends all lying...
Dead and all anyone can do is start prying...
They won't be next
Because if we try to do anything that would go against...
These barbaric cold blooded murderers
WE COULD END UP DEAD BY THE HANDS OF THE MURDERER
But revenge sounds so sweet
And I know I'll feel complete
If I kill the person who murdered my amiga in cold blood
I'll be able to watch different emotions cross their face in a flood...
Amd when I see him I will pull out the gun
And have some fun...
So run away well you can
Because this chase has just began
Don't forget when I find you your death will be slow,,,
And endless until your blood spills and it flows down the sidewalk just so you know
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Hours
PoetryThis is all self written poetry about when someone is at there lowest and all their thoughts are hurting them. Some of the poems have mentions of suicide and other triggering stuff like sexual assault and more... I hope you all can relate or connec...
